a kind of addiction, a slow kind of dying
but a suicide wrapped in love and hope
powerful enough to blind your eyes
is certain not easy to ****

so hands high for the not coming reward
somewhere knowing it all, deep
we drew an unreachable line again
the inner voice simply won't let us see

ourselves, when it was all we really needed

on a honest night the darkness became oh so clear
we, decided to beat our illusional selves
now only stare at the broken mirror on the floor

realize the almighty changed into an insect
and the night into the day
this morning a new sunrise is born

how will we be able to speak
when the words won't come out
an explanation of these feelings
simply wants a few right words to shout
someone being tortured
always tells the truth

still the mouth seems closed
as it remains, a feeling of choking
the soul starts wandering again
between a billion trees, evoking
mother earth and darkness
but should they be saviours?

always that certain word
alone
he carries
and he carries it with him
like a parrot on his shoulder
into the deepest valleys
alone
always looking forward
so he can pay attention
carefully and alone
what is the right path to take
as he carries it and carries on
alone
but didn't notice all footsteps
all the footsteps behind him
countless kilometers
he already walked
alone
the fellow just didn't know
because the faster, so fast
he wanted to carry on
less beauty touched his eye
one eye, alone
because there's distance
even between our dear eyes
so he forgot to look
left and right, and left
he left the crossroad of choices
tired and alone
because of choosing paths
all his life wondering
alone
but after he did a step aside
from all the doubts
thoughts in paths
oh so suddenly
life started to love him
touched him unexpected
and he liked it
even adored her, too
alone
now alone with his own life
that came to him in a day
like a shooting star
alone with life
he really got it together
as one
beautiful

me and the sea
my best friend and enemy
two times a day, we sing in ebb and flow
pulling everyone
down below

it’s funny
how people lie
to themselves
and keep lying
while blaming

something
someone

(what)else

some people are like wounded animals
completely damaged
may God know why

and you shouldn't let them suffer
these wounded animals
no.. they should die

the skin of my body
is frozen
my sky is blue
the wound in my body
is bleeding
where are you?