Consider This The True Meaning Of Love

Can I trust you, mortal boy?
You say, you love me - oh, sure you do
But what exactly does this affirmation mean?
I do not have the slightest notion
No idea of what you understand by “love”
And other terms as worn-out
Such as this old song and dance
You call romance.

Quite different flowers grow indeed
In my small semantic garden
So, let us see, if your good vow
Is more than just some chemical imbalance
Is it worth the air you breathe
Or will it be just another waste of time with you?
What I call “Love, precious and true”
Would you refer to this as sin
Or crime and all that silly crap?
Now, let me put you to the test.

How often have I heard these words
“I love you so much, dearest dear
That I would die for you, right now, right here!”
Sure, doing this they're sitting pretty
But I say: piss on it
Because this way is far too easy!

But: do you also have the strength
To be there for me till the end?
Would you have courage, live for me
Respect my wishes, my decree?
Would you defend me against the world,
Fight the doctors playing God
Slap your priests, if they came near
Or anyone who interferes?

Is the version of your Love as true
That you would use all means within your power
Just to meet the urgent plea
That solemn, final wish for dying
Of a helpless her or him
Who lies in pain, who's suffering
Now only begging for the end
Is your “Love” that of a true friend?

If I lay crying in my bed
Waiting, no longing for the end
If I decide my time has come
Would you then be that trustful one
To guard this chamber, break this shell
And free me from this living hell
By making sure my death is swift
Would you grant me that sacred gift?

(Blessed is the flower
That grows in the night
Blessed the poison
That helps you to die
Blessed the guidance
Of the loyal friend
Blessed is he
Who brings the end)

Now that you've heard it, let me know
Are you then willing to let go?
Say: would you do all this for me
Would you respect my wishes, my dignity?

Because that's what LOVE means to me!