Born to die in berlin

Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning Stranded in the sweet wonderings breathing the pale moon silver Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind Maybe I was born to die in Berlin I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching I closed my eyes and I let myself sleep Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin' by my bed There's no choice or difference, no one seems to notice Sometimes I feel like screamin Sometimes I feel I just can't win Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind Maybe I was born to die in Berlin