Weißes Fleisch

You on the schoolyard
I – ready for killing
and no one here does know
about my loneliness

Red weals on white skin
I hurt you
and you're wailing aloud

Now you're scared and I'm so far
my black blood is spoiling your dress

Your white flesh does excite me so
but I'm only a gigolo
your white flesh illuminates me

My black blood and your white flesh
I become more and more horny from your squealing
this cold sweat there on your white forehead
Is hailing into my insane brain

Your white flesh does excite me so
but I'm only a gigolo
my father was exactly as I am
your white flesh illuminates me

Now you're scared and I'm so far
my sick existence is crying out for deliverance
your white flesh becomes my scaffold
there's no God in my heaven

Your white flesh does excite me so
but I'm only a gigolo
your white flesh illuminates me
my father was exactly as I am
your white flesh does excite me so
I'm a sad gigolo
your white flesh illuminates me

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At first look we can think the music is about some murderer, raper, or these type of fucked up humans. But in this article I intend to interpret this music and maybe make somebody to look after Rammstein and their dark beautiful poetry.

Let's start

Rammstein is a very famous band and also polemic, with their brutal sound and live performance a lot of people listen to it because of the "radical" style (you know what I'm talking about), because of that the band is not always well seen by some people and even some fans doesn't have a clue what the letters talk about.

Remember that the following is not the truth, just something I think it is.

You on the schoolyard
I – ready for killing
and no one here does know
about my loneliness

Red weals on white skin
I hurt you
and you're wailing aloud

Now you're scared and I'm so far
my black blood is spoiling your dress

This is refering to the listeners of the band and the contrast with the producers. While the listener is white, fragile and being hurt the band is a creature looking to kill and has black blood, that spoil the dress of the listener.

Your white flesh does excite me so
but I'm only a gigolo
your white flesh illuminates me

Here the poet demonstate he likes the fragile aspect of the listener, but assume that he's only a gigolo, someone that doesn't have an importance in his life at all, he's there just to satisfy the desires of the listener (or needs, like to be seen radical and accepted in some social context)

my father was exactly as I am

The next two paragraphs are just the same thing, except for this phrase. Till Lindemann father's also was a poet, and maybe he suffered the same problem of not being understood.

Now you're scared and I'm so far
my sick existence is crying out for deliverance
your white flesh becomes my scaffold
there's no God in my heaven

The most importante paragraph to me. Here we can see the first impression Rammstein can cause on people, fear or even disgust, while the poet cries for deliverance because of his sick mind. The fragile listener is what makes the band famous (the "radical" fame), but it becomes the scaffold, the hoax, the guillotine to the band, at the same time they are famous, they also are misinterpreted and the poet perish in his solitude of understanding.