Hand me the machine gun
My dear angel
The boys are coming soon
You don't wanna let them start

Already they knock on your door
First check the premises
Wipe the floor
Nothing but tiny broken hearts

Forgive 'em their deeds
First there was only talk
Take these before it starts
The red basement keys

You children
We have all the answers
Simple and knowing
On the ******* of good angels

Lost in the maw of the winners

The boys did the work
They're trained
As good as new
They inspecting you

At the end of an avenue
Facing the gates of heaven
Sky-colored gates
Angels sit upon them

Is there a place left
When do you open
This realm is so silent
Soon the boys will come

The angels answer
Their mouths move silently
Fireflies swirl in their wings
Where are the red keys

Over there
Him
Her

That is not me
I walk through walls
Wherever it takes me

Right now I am not here
The moment has passed
In black water

Lightning rain
Songs
Gone

The sick boy set conditions
His father hung up
Back into the sunlight

Where they float over the water
Over there
In the beam of a curse

Surrounded by dancing jewels
Glittering like frost on tracks
As the day broke

Yesterday children stood here
Playing in a foreign tongue
Until the night came

What remained was a haunting
Abandoned houses
Scorched earth

The jewels kept dancing
Shrieking sharply
Black dreams of the spirits

These people you do not know
They stand in the shadow of the Whisperers
All their movements whisper
Their words are made of codes

You are not like them
They stick together
You feel rejected by them
But you have a family

A family of the Kind and the Old
Anyone can belong
No one shall be excluded
This is your family, my son

Forget the Whisperers
Their whispers fade
Their gazes like dust
Their words fell silent

I am here for you
The wind of the Old
The sun of the Kind
The love of your family

Risen from the stream of stars
The dust of the cosmos in your belly
Words full of poems
Lush and fat golden cows
Insatiable, silent
Children of the sandstorm
War of notes and stamps
The blood-red seal

Your life is an invention
And so you awaken
In the soul of an invention
Helpless and raging
****** and reeking
Head into the wall
Forehead against glass

Shard dust
This day is made of glass
Red, vast, built from many inventions
Shaped by your wishes
By the wishes of those who remained
Who have stayed
On the day of inventions
Week of the breathing ones
Month of euphoria
Years are thus milked
On the day of inventions
To cool your bleeding forehead
To heal your rage
To still your search

You are good, and I love you
I love you dearly
Electricity crackles between us
From the gardens of arrival
Here, trees bloom blue

Below, a clear stream
From the earth to the stars
And back
Into your shining gaze
For your light
On the day of the inventions

Thieves in the night of lies
White lies love lies
There was a blaze in the day
We die in the sun

Astronauts have disappeared
Like 13-year-olds from ghettos
Mute owls wave from fences
Fire wheels line vast roads

In our tears birth slumbers
Ancient dreams of salt and greed
Blue tongues hiss in the spray
Among the men of foam

There is no fear in love
Though wide-open eyes
Suggest the opposite
***** it! Wholecars! Prank buzzing!

The Holy ****** is a child of the night
The red shores swim in memories
No one bears guilt
Dazzling white shirts; shark collars

Forever drawn to the horizon
Vanished
In their place came wild apes
Screaming, bleeding, countless packs

Under a sky of green butterflies
White lies
The apes sweep across the land
Forever drawn to the horizon

Forgotten
On a red morning in nothingness
Forgotten
Before the great gates of heaven
Forgotten
Where once I loved
Where once I laughed

Forgotten
Forgotten when and where
Between the barriers of regret
Guided by the lion’s call

Fearless against forgetting
Fighters against forgetting
Never remain lying in sorrow

Rise against forgetting
Dance against forgetting
Roar the worries into oblivion!

Youth is crumpled paper
Torn apart by the muscles of rage
Forgotten

Forgotten
Under the cold light of day
Forgotten
In the words of the Redeemer
Forgotten
So that I may love again
So that I may laugh again