They won’t have our pumpguns

We’re the dreaming kids
Of mutual bites and bits
Our purgatory is the urban fringe
Where our conscience can’t be singed
Only our minds stay in clinch with our sins

Where to go?
If home is a whole?
What to do?
If you can’t pursue?
The world is what passed me through and through

Take note
This bullshit ain’t makes you a better person
It just prevents you from becoming a lich
Under the hands of Sokrates, every thought seems out of place

We’re lost in paradise
Evenfall has tricked our senses
We’re lost in paradise
For breakfast we eat our cancers, relentless
We’re lost in paradise

I’ve lost touch with reality
And the truth is I don’t believe in morality
Nothing is true, everything is allowed
I exist to doubt

Born in sin
I gave up diggin for wonders under this tender Skin
Everything is nothing, but nothing isn’t everything

God only left a tired grin

Hysteria

I’m getting sick worrying about you
Or is it the opposite I’m supposed to do?

My fingers become snakes
The shadows wander in the gardens
We were used to play
I stayed next to the bed
You never really slept
Hopefull you might make it, you might come back

I can not leave
I can not be
I can not leave
I can not be

Going on?
Sleeping arms and sleeping legs
Can’t carry on
Hysteria makes me numb
Makes me numb
Makes me numb

I shut my mouth and get along
The air is thick
And disgust is strong
What am I about to become?

My fingers become snakes
The shadows wander in the gardens
We were used to play
I stayed next to the bed
You never really slept
Hopefull you might make it, you might come back

How do I care in motionless distress?
How do I lay these thoughts at rest?
I’m getting sick worrying about you
Is this what you are going through?

Nomads

With the barricades we lift upon ourselfs
Each of us has their name on the tartarus bell

The nomades will sing a song
To call us back
To offer rest

We became their sons and daughters
With dried out lungs, in our chests
No grasp for air, breathless

He craved for blooming soil
A shining crest on his head
A rich man, poor among the dead

She leans back, opens her leggs
Her cursed breed is falling of the mirror edge

We became their sons and daughters
With dried out lungs
No grasp for air, breathless worthless

Unadept

Oh I make my atonement

Here and now

Please stay a bit longer

I’ve so much left to say, before you go

I thought we’d met in the middle of the path

At least before, before we forget, steady but slow

Please recognize and forget, at least for a moment, our past

 

We head back to the peak

Strangers in the mist

Lonely minds under siege

We are friends, loved ones, family

Casting stones into the breach

The burden of forgiveness breaks the siege

 

Alll this bulllshit we’ve been through

I’d never stopped thinking about you

I’d never stopped thinking about you

I’m sorry

Words fail me

In this moment of revalation

This is how I really feel

I’d never wanted to hurt you

I hope you know

 

Oh I make my atonement

Here and now

This is my odyssey, without return

All of the wooden hearts I’ve burned

Missing you is all I could earn

Scalp

As the streets are drenched with the diseased

We do not think, we won’t believe

We carve in this eternal beauty, as the beast

Transcending into the heavens we have bend

A glorious annotation of the damned

 

Der Rattenfänger

Ohne Lied und nur mit Herz,

fallen sie in seine Arme, die geplagten Seelen voller Schmerz.

Mit einer Hand hinter dem Rücken,

und der anderen vor seinem Mund,

erkennst du nicht, welche Mimik aus den Schatten zu dir spricht.

Voller Hoffnung, voller Sorgen,

glaubst du daran, dir Lebenszeit zu borgen.

Doch was der Rattenfänger dir nicht sagt,

ist was du längst schon weißt.

Sie ist verronen deine Zeit.

Dein Wort in meinem Ohr

Die Eitelkeit Hand in Hand mit Unsicherheit über heiße Kohlen schreitend,

um in lauwarmen Pfützen zu stolzieren.

Unklar ob wahr oder unwahr.

Einzig allein ist mir mein Ich gegeben.

Verdorben, verstohlen, verwegen.

Sporn in der Sohle des Leben.

Morgengrauen

Im Nebel liegend, sehe ich ein verankertes Herz.
Es heult, ruft und schallt das es schmerzt.
Ich möchte mich daneben legen.
Ruhe spenden, Ängste nehmen.
Doch es ist verankert und wird nicht annehmen
was ihm wird gegeben.

Seifenblase ~

Hab von dir geträumt, mal wieder.
Es war schön, Gefühle kamen von ganz tief drinn langsam hoch, wie früher.
Du warst im Bus, saßt mir gegenüber.
Lächeltest mir verstohlen rüber.

Und ich?
Ich saß da, wie immer.
Genoß dein Spiel, von Lippen und Augenlieder.
Brauchte nie was sagen.
Dein Anblick gab mir immer mehr, als alle erdenklichen Farben.
Ob warm, kalt. Hell oder dunkel.

Für mich war all dein sein, liebliches gefunkel.

Odyssey

A curtain to my eyes
Penalty I seek to disguise
The fruits of an engrossing mind
Wipe the dust of our windows
Bring in the new light

Everything isn’t enough
All that crawls, bound to desires and their lust
We are here
We are here
To harvest the fruits of our endeavours
That we’ve been waiting for ever

Sail us away from the demons
We didn’t wake
But a quiet conscience sleeps in thunder
A quiet conscience sleeps in thunder
No one dares to question, don’t you wonder?

We are ready to take in the lightning
Bring in the lightning
Bring in the lightning
We are more frightning
Give in
Bring in the lightning
We are more frightning

Into every life a little rain must fall
Here we are
And autumn follows