it’s getting dark
it’s cloudy
you can’t reach the stars

my mind
is full of pus
and so is yours
and **** everyone’s
but you can’t see it
just like the stars

I’m pouring myself a glass
and to her
to him
to you
and a quarter of a century
is ******* gone
midnight ravens
are sewing up themselves
in the corner

quiet your nasty
healthy mind
pour me
one more time
one more
raison d’etre
there’s never enough

but once when
we run out of it
we’ve still got some
l’eau de vie
you opened the window
of your ****** mind

maybe we’ll find out
once
what’s going on
who knows...