wëllkomm op den terrain vun den zerstéierten krankleche länner.

can i recognize feelings?
can i sense that they're there?
has all gone to numbness?
in place of despair?
i can ask for forgiveness
but i know it will never come
i can wait until you forget
but there's no ridding of what's been done

maybe you'll forgive me when my neck is hung.