In manners and shapes of only beauty
dreaming of the monumental order of things
a massive strength hides subtle duty
stealing you far to other lands
as life and beauty have no borders
but complement in reminiscence
for pure and precious inner sense.

Unfold blind in sheer despair
******* your fingers, dance away

letting it go too far over
whispering lines none too sober
deep into superficial radical concerns
but the comfort theme overall well stirred
fulfilling holes by plain symbolic gestures
miming intentions in meaningless false truths–

eyes on the pistol, the cure as a symbol.

There must have been
another one here
that folds into
a better
ending.

embarrassed in circumstance.
the day’s to leave a fail.
you’re such a warrior,
selling the pale.
this is wrong, this is wrong–

as one by one closes borders,
out of control–
listen carefully, sin of sound, carefully.
no turn around, carefully.
shine a light, turn it right.
shine a light, tonight–

out of my dream, they fill up the gas,
wrongfully, am i strong enough?
pile up my insanity.
far side, bottom up,
neglect it–
nights as detectors,
this is my security.



turn it right, here,
take, the walking of the symphony.
just the sound,
to leave the cave.
there is no war in us.
shine free, gentile.

just go ahead,
room down,
the borderline’s by my side.
i leave behind,
as a visible warrior.
shine free, gentile–
i turn it right.

Vom bild der lippen
so vergeben,
Vom duft der haut
so eingenommen,
dass sich ein gefühl einstellt für die ewigkeit-
die dann doch zerronnen.

Eternal rains will come
Healing wounds of longest run