the noise of these voices
some know where to go
what's coming is in their eyes
a disillusioning glow
the insistence of the gathered crowd
shows nothing but the truth
the roar of this scorpions
you shall understand soon
it's time to internalize how threatening it is
the right to existence is blazing in flames
depersonaized faces distorted by fear
the light turns turbid now â but you have to bear it
the fire of this surrealistic scenery
is nourished as long as the panic prevails
the stench of the wooden planks - you know what it means
this train runs straight to a hell - child
some of them lament the truth
soon you will have lost all your senses
do you see how weak the flesh is
if it has to withstand the loss and the mourning
grace is given to you - branch
don't lose the faith in yourself
keep my leaf rich face in your mind
look for a place to put down new roots
wrath - as a tremendous thunderstorm
time stands still
let me be the cradle of your thoughts
thou shalt be my sun