Andreas Kümmert - Milk Lyrics

Time was made of peristaltic lines
there´s not much for me... instincts to hide
getting trough this and i need something to finde
something cruel to make me feel i am alive.

feed me with your milk of liberty
feed me with your soul of sympathy

I´m attracted in things you may have known
i would like to have them for my own
getting trough this and i need something to finde
something crule to make me feel i am alive.

feed me with your milk of liberty
feed me with your soul of sympathy