Child Of Sin (feat. Till Lindemann)

When I was four years old
I thought that love was unpredictable
When I was twelve years old
I knew that love was unsexual

Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I'm not exceptional
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I'm not a child of love

I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

When you were nine years old
We terrorized the streets
From dusk till dawn
But when I turned sixteen
My dirty hands would bleed
From banging at your door

Where should I begin?
Where should I begin?
I'd seen it all before
And it will never end
It will never end
You're not a child of love

You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin

There's nothing inside of me
So what will become of me?
I don't need your sympathy

You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin)

Now, twenty-nine years old
And I know your love was unacceptable