An Untruthful Shape Songtext
von Grievers

Wrath again festers in my eyes
Pain again is my trustworthy mate

With the pervert wisdom
Of an endless clichès
Bouncing in my head
Looking for a called truth

We are nothing more than filthy stupid dogs
Comin′ down with life, playin' with sorrow
We are nothing more than filthy stupid dogs
Comin′ down with life, playin' with sorrow


We are the things we say
Prisoners of the stereotype
In any case truth has never come out
From my fallacious mouth
Come and smell the stench of my soul

We are nothing more than filthy stupid dogs
Comin' down with life, playin′ with sorrow
We are nothing more than filthy stupid dogs
Comin′ down with life, playin' with sorrow

No more lies, no more faith
Dogs are we, doing for our-selves

Stop going insane
There is no "sense"
You can Look for

Stop going insane
There is no "sense"
You can Look for


Look at my chest
Where is your truth?
We are nothing more than Dogs!