There was nothing else
it all became her
and I´m so shameless
in my individuality
delusion – confusion
run but you don`t know where
actually
These dramatics are boring
aren´t there any new parts to play
this hangover's nothing
and I could handle a bit more pain
this one like the last one
this thought like all the rest
this drink like the last drink
and the next
Maybe first we die
and then forget.
words: Christoph Aschauer
music: Chamber