Floating on a hilltop shaking hands
His graps is cold and hot together
He fills my life with certain sorrow
He says my dreams are no good to anyone

Floating on a hilltop he slaps my face
He brings me back to reality
I ask him for simple security
He stares me down with no reply

Hot in my heart
Cold in my eyes
My future is filled with lies lies lies
On a hilltop with gunther

Laying on a hilltop he paints my life
With harried sickly strokes
No spirit is left in his sweating hands
He says at least he still has discipline

Laying on a hilltop he prays for me
So that my situation might change
Now I understand the fear in his voice
Hes afraid I might become what I want to be

Hot in my heart
Cold in my eyes
My present is filled with lies lies lies
On a hilltop with gunther

Falling down a hilltop he laughs aloud
At how I foolishly tripped myself
He says I have to be certainly certain
That his help is really needed

Falling down a hilltop I know he will not save me
His laughter is hot and cold together
His skin turns green in the light of hell
As I once again fall under his crippling spell