thoughts ranged far and far
what comes into one´ s head
salt to a message from god
a happy and a sad star..

i was once myself at war
with myself but i read
brothers,it was a heavy load
four litres of red was par..

i became an actor
i examined the thread
in the wings cold dread
sisters,there..

lines i could not remember
and some that i did
i flipped my lid
what why and where..

and the repetion over
and over my brain bled
i said i said
that or thought more..

so i played my guitar
and never repeated
that was neat
that was linear

hour after hour
so i was a hermit
candle lit
dry core..oh yeah..