Abatoir - Complaint lyrics

I mould from the middle Cause I hear these words too often And they're going behind me every time Your next complaint will not reach me I will rise and disappear Into the darkened clouds I swear - I can fly Soaring through the burning sky It's here I'll k** myself Now I don't hear this sh** This pain don't touch me at least This lie that was ruined by myself I'll be free from myself, where nobody can reach me Drink red wine in honour of peace (Blood is being shed) Pull my heart for this war to cease (My heart won't stop)