Insane (Murderers' Paradise)
Words & Music by Robert Z. Milla
They found my sweet little girl
Staring at the sky
Around her the trees
Were humming a strange silent why
Her face frozen to a cry

Oh my cold little child
Tell me what he said
What did he promise you?
Didn’t I tell you oh so many times
Never, no never ever to follow a stranger?
I can imagine your eyes
Curious and innocent, knowing no lies

God, I’ll kill him
God, I’ll fill him
Full of lead
I’ll shoot him dead
Oh God, I want to forgive
But I just can’t live
With all the hate and the pain
Tell me, am I insane?

Forgotten my sweet little child
Forgotten her pains
He is the star
He’s the victim - can you believe it?
And oh so incredibly sacred are his rights
Eight years are the prize
Eight years for my sweet angel’s life

Oh Germany my home
Murderers’ paradise
Where is my child?
Tell me where is her smile
And who knows the fright of a soul
Looking into the merciless face
Into the mask of violence and death
He stole her future, her breath

God, I’ll kill him
God, I’ll fill him
Full of lead
I’ll shoot him dead
Oh God, I want to forgive
But I just can’t live
With all the hate and the pain
Tell me, am I insane?

God, I’ll get him
God, I’ll make him bleed
This lead is for his head
No, I don’t want to forgive
No, I don’t want to live
With all the hate and the pain
Tell me, who is insane?

Now feel the hate and pain!

Look into my eyes!
Look into my eyes!