Guilt And Regret

Guilt and Regret, they are my two inbred brothers
Guilt and Regret
O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart
Guilt and Regret and me wake up into a brand new day
Guilt and Regret lively
I am still dead tired — the night has been long and hard
My brothers they ask me:
«Do you recall anything from yester-night, no?»
They laugh at me and go:
«Nothing at all? Well, it must have been an evening of joy»
Guilt and Regret
O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart
Each morning like this they come, uninvited
Pale as ghosts, reeking of compost
Yet most I abhor their bloodshot eyes
My brothers they ask me:
«Do you recall anything from yester-night, no?»
They laugh at me and go:
«Nothing at all? Well, it must have been an evening of joy»
My brothers they tease me:
«Do you remember anything from yester-night, no?»
They laugh at me and go:
«O sure you do, we buried our little sister Hope»
Guilt and Regret and me — what a twisted family we are
Guilt and Regret
O god, how I hate you both from the bottom of my heart