put in reject

It is what it is
This is how it goes
Vows are vows
Imagine the chaos that could squander
Pale skin wonder
Kiss my ass goodbye

Don’t let it go
The mass is washing ashore
Breaking skulls and cracking thumbs
With every wave that comes crashing down
Crush it down

And while you slave away remember who is having a better day right now
Remember who is having the better day right now
Fuck ‚em all
Fuck ‚em all
The grass is greener because it is
Fuck ‚em all

We are in hell and I’m supposed to push the box
No
Orgys, massacres and feasts for everyone
Orgys, massacres and feasts for everyone
No remorse
I want my moneys worth, the death, the bloodshed and slavelabor
No remorse, I’m not satisfied with discounted pale skin doctrine
Or sexual trauma court, called family plans mobbing, the fetus of the porge to get a job
No
Tick, tick, tick let them ride into the deserts where they want to wage the wars
Pale skin doctrine naturally allergic to the sand, phenotype not adaptable to the condition they have sown

You are not a soldier, but a pawn
You are not a patriot, but a serve
You are not a hero, but a curling stone

And while you slave away remember who is having a better day right now
Remember who is having the better day right now
Fuck ‚em all
Fuck ‚em all
The grass is greener because it is
Fuck ‚em all

das ist

Die Hand auf meiner Schulter
Ein fester Griff sagt mehr als tausend Worte
Ein klarer Blick scheint auf mich herab
All das beschriftete Papier in meinem Briefkasten macht verdächtig
Meine Schritte im Treppenhaus hallen stumpf
Der Tor ist noch am schlafen, niemand fragt sich ob er noch erwacht

Jedes Jahr wird das Gift teurer
Aus trotz setze ich mich auf die Schlange
Vielleicht schmeißt man mich hinaus und ich ertrinke an dem Feuer
Einmal blinzeln heißt ja, zweimal blinzeln heißt nicht nein
Ich bin froh ich zu sein, so glücklich und froh kann nur ich sein
Wer ist ich und warum lässt es mich nicht allein?

Tagsüber schaue ich beim spatzieren auf das Beton und die Steine
Manches mag man, manches eher nicht
Manches würde ich liegen lassen und anderes lieber hinfortschmeißen
Beim letzten mal als ich letzteres tat, fiel ich ins Wasser
Wer hätte das gedacht?
Da sank ich auf den Grund und trotzdem war ich nicht schlauer

Er sehnt sich nach so viel unbekanntem das man hassen kann
In der Hoffnung das man irgendwann nicht mehr hassen kann
Trotzdem hört es nicht auf, jeden Morgen fängt es von neuem an
Lass mich endlich in Frieden; sagt er zu dem Spiegel
Der Spiegel sagt zu ihm selbiges
Vielleicht hilft das Geld weiter
Eher nein
Das Laufen macht vielleicht frei
Eher nein
Was ist mit all den anderen Leuten?
Vielleicht mache ich was falsch
Man müsste der anderen Leute Spiegel mal befragen

Es sitzt im Zug nirgendwohin
Husch husch vorbei an Dorf und Stadt, Zivilisation
Endlich angekommen kann man nicht mehr fragen wie der Zug überhaupt funktioniert
Ich vermisse die Tage an denen ich einfach getanzt habe
Ich vermisse die Tage an denen ich einfach gesungen habe
Ich vermisse die Tage an denen ich einfach gelacht habe
Jetzt ist da nur der Stacheldraht, kein Wunder das ich nicht mehr rüber komme
Aber es hat so lange gedauert in auf zu bauen, eine Schande ihn nun nicht mehr zu nutzen
Doch nur Sicherheit bringt Frieden

beyond the traveling light

From the unknown masses
To the garden of the last bees
We’re but a petty creed
Can you spell me out my caskets name to illuminate the crowd
You never know your cowardice personally
Until you take her out
Penalties and depts be damned
All the bonds that make me frown
No matter how thick they’ve grown
Are’nt we friends Horatio?
It’s nothing personal
Only time has shown we’re not better then the shun out
So please fill my perforated teeth with your wisdom, to bend my knee

The churches are shut down
Where am I supposed to go now?
Tiny hands show me the way to the busy street
I’m welcome where no one can see me sleep
Heap me to my destiny

I’ve picked the infantile
I love the sophistry
I’m the bastard to be unborn again and again
I only see masters where there is mastery
No amendment in abandonment
The only chance I know is the second one
„So shall I get rid of it?“
„No way in hell!“
He said with uncertainty
A lovely cancer has begotten her
To haunt her ‚til the very end
Come embrace me one last time
Before my tears will drown a figment of infancy

The churches are shut down
Where am I supposed to go now?
Tiny hands show me the way to the busy street
I’m welcome where no one can see me sleep
Heap me to my destiny

There is no escape
My love will be unanswered
While my lies and imperfections come to a conclusion
I’ve betrayed my friends and loved ones
The only back I can’t stab is my own
The only back I can’t stab is my fucking own
Please ring the bell for me one last time
I just love the sound of my life ticking by
Shut the doors, clean the porch before the dog comes strolling nigh
Waiting to be shot, a headache gone, a relieving sigh

dark places bear dark thoughts

Oh how I dare to be the words that breed conspiracy

The church of poverty consecrating the host of their parasite

Sweet sweet irony radiating through the rotten dog-tooth masonry

Beat you to a bloody pulp, to get my unemployment benefit

Working for a living, even if I take your life instead

 

So it may come to your surprise

That my death is as worthless as my life

Maybe drop some cents on me wishing well

Begging and choosing is all I do before the market rings the closing bell

All bets are off, flameforests is all that’s left

What a rush, what a golden theft

 

Pumpguns to their head, an act of freedom to be oppressed

The rifts are closing to the center, the rifts are closing to the center

Bodies dragged to be shared and dismembered, I come to the conclusion that communism probably found it’s purest contender

The art of making trillions out of billions

 

Flip the pyramid upside-down so it can finally trickle down, let it all trickle down

 

 

 

 

guantanamo

I built a prison for death
It said:“ I was here before, you can’t hold me back.“
I lay desert sand around the hopeless isle
„No gnarshing sound when I come around.“ remarked the bonesome pile
Every window in my home I make a mirror prism
„I love your optimistic pessimism.“ laughed the blackness iridescent
So lay the tower now to rest, all your empires I do best.

journalism is dead

Down from this lonely mountain
I gracefully descend
A golden sunset crowning my head
Scars of castigation ornate my feeble back

Into the noise I step
Noble truth never sounded so much like regret
Role your eyes into your skull, tell me what you find
A man made tabernacel crossing the silver line

Sit next to me silence
I wan to know how you smell down here, how you sound
Your royalty speaks of abscence, or is it abstinence of lies?
At least you’re colorblind

Wash your hands before they see the stains
Of mortal man changing ink with the ordained
If you want a front row seat you better step over that body
They throw out the crashing plane

An old man says to me
„Go back to where you came from.
I for one will stay with the prayers and songs that turn greed into lead.“
I frown in disbelief, the wildfire still hasn’t reached this glade.
Old fool; journalism is dead.

 

 

krähen im mondlicht

Krächzen im gelogenen Mondlicht
Schwingen im Zwielicht
Ich vibriere im kosmischen Nichts

Umarmung in der Stille
Du bist das Fenster und ich die Zwille
Die das Glas zerbricht

Einer von vielen auf den Dächern dieser Stadt
Warten auf das Ende des Sommers, damit ich endlich gehen kann, Verlassen
Wie den Baum das Blatt

Die nackte, kalte Hand auf meinem Rücken
Wird zur Faust, Stein und Holz sind meine Knochen
Nur noch der Glanz des Elfenbeinturms kann mich entzücken
Und der Duft von frischem Fleisch kann mich locken

bodysnatcher (pothos)

No look and no touch can reverse time
And if Ceasers wounds could’nt speak, yours won’t even language in signs

Along this lonely creek you will find yourself
Mirror mirror tell me, mirror mirror tell me
My soul is hermaphrodite, but the body doesn’t match the mind
What am I?

The nidus of existence, an indifferent prediction
Everything in it’s right place, everything in it’s right place
Only a thanatophobe can be in love with this phrase
But you just want to be in love anyway

No one cares about their gifts
As long as they have them, as long as they fit

Along this lonely creek you will find yourself
Mirror mirror tell me, mirror mirror tell me
My soul is hermaphrodite, but the body doesn’t match the mind
What am I?

 

 

looking like a lamb

Tell me when you had enough
Pussy honey, sob story stuff
Tell me when you had enough
Of those wolf teeth hand cuffs

I don’t even know what freedom tastes like
But I’m still hungry to find out, still aroused
When fawn eyes rest themselfes in my clinched fists
Like that is something I would miss

Tell me when you had enough
Pussy honey, sob story stuff
Tell me when you had enough
Of those wolf teeth hand cuffs

Maybe one day we can clink our bloody cups
Picture how it turned out
‚Till then I’d rather be a wolf then a pup
What you call pack, I call crowd
Let me levitate the profane, while you prefer the profound
I’m good, you can bury yourself now
Don’t look like a lamb, when you’re surrounded by the fucking hounds