I'm somewhere at the bottom and I'm thinking
that if my path leads from here
towards worse
If the nightmare never ends
if I drown inside my head to the garbage
which makes me feel worse
Omens of destruction!
I see the omens of destruction in front of me
and I see my destiny
I find in front of me all gone
No one is spared
and if ever spring
somewhere a lonely swallow flies
it doesn't make it there in the summer
I wonder what led me here
why am I limping towards my grave
like a woman's embrace
I don't rush to die but fear ¤n
that life gives back
again and again
Omens of destruction!

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