Halt / Stop Plötzlich / Suddenly Sterben / Die Sünde / Sinning
I have sworn to die painting.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.
I can't dance and I can't sing too well.
I'm not going to sit for some painting. That's so 1800s. I'm not doing that.
My singing voice isn't like my speaking voice.
I'm a good beginning key.
I'll flip a stupid tire. But I ain't running.
We come to beginnings only at the end.
