I want to ask you something if you dont object
Its a simple question without any threat
Do you remember when you first fell in love
When your heart broke free to the sky above
Would you not consider this, the best feeling in the world?

There used to be a time, where my mind was clear
A time full of joy and without any fear
Full of confidence and happiness
where my room at home was the only mess

The best feeling of all? Love you would say
A wonderful feeling, for which everyone would pray
It can make you happy but also sad
And it slows your mind and drives you mad

As good as it gets it can still be a curse
hitting you with no remorse
For as much beauty and joy it spends
There is something on that it mostly depends
If it hurts you and hits you and makes you feel weak
or if lifts you up and frees you of grief

And this little thing on which the outcome thrives
Is most importantly your attitude towards life

Looking up, a glance through the room,
the eyes searching for something to hold on to.
Our eyes met, right between your neighbors waterbottle
and the back of my frontmans chair.

I blinked and you looked away again.
My first day in the new class and yet,
are your brown eyes everything I remember

Ive never been known for giving up easily
and never been told to be a coward and yet
Did your eyes make me feel helpless like a fly
trapped in a web with no chance of getting away

The following weeks, months and years
would not differ much from how this whole thing started.
For every word we spoke Ive liked you more
For every laugh you laughed my heart stopped a beat
Every smile claimed a piece of me.
Every waking moment, every single dream

As time went by, my feelings did not stop
And I started to feel more positive around you.
Ive loved before. I thought I knew what I had to expect
but you showed me that I was wrong

Ive never told you this and I probably never will,
but you made my life better than you would ever imagine.
We talked. We laughed. We even danced together once on the schoolyard
when we got told we could graduate.

I never asked you out. I was afraid you would reject me.
I thought I would not be good enough for you.
Every time you laughed or smiled and you sat there with your friends
I realized that I would just be in the way. You were happy all along
So all I could do is make things worse for you

The last time I saw you, was at our prom.
At our graduation ceremony. We all drank that evening
And the last time I saw you, you stood next to me at the bar
ordering beer for you and your friends.

You with your red dress, your braided dark hair
looking at me with your brown eyes.
We exchanged a few words... nothing to memorable.
Not as memorable as you when you took the beer
smiled at me and went back to your friends.

I met you nearly three years ago. I learned to like you
and even to love you. Yet I never told you.
But maybe I should have..
because I will probably never see you again

Woken up by splattering rain
A raging storm outside my walls
I hear growling, screams and fire
And the echo of fearful desperate calls

Eyes wide open, I look out the window
just to see the sky embraced with darkness
No rain, no storm, no echoing calls
just a nightmare, as the cause of this madness

Jellyfishes she said, jellyfishes are funny
They dont have a brain you know?
They just swim and eat and swim and eat..
They might not even be afraid of being eaten.
Doesnt that sound like a live worth living?

The curtain falls, flickering lights
light the ground and reveal the scene
The life is a stage, with vertiginious heights
and death is our final performance

****** requires perfection
It requires the pure lack of feeling
And what is life, what is satisfaction
without the euphoria of killing

Everyone wears a mask
I just chose to create my own
And I will not stop and finish my task
until your body will drop down

Im on the chase,
wont reveal my face
I will finally end your disgrace

The sound of my gun
as proud as an eagles scream
like a whisper of death
and a promise of salvation
leaves fear and terror
wherever it speaks

The gunsmoke evaporates
and this blossom of blood
That the shot created on the ground
this never ending beautiful flood
And the wonderful aspect
of the silenced sound

Killing is art
And madness is just inspiration