Concurrent dreams
Intertwined and not making any point
No reason, no logic
Like a far distant hum
Empty handed, no grieves
No worries, no shame
Ruptured iconography and patron saint
Ancient tales and balubalus
Lullay, my liking, my dear son
No harm can be done
Lilith, begone!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN