Disappointing black moon
And it never will be better
All the colours turn into grey
Emptiness relaxes on the wall
I talk to the wind
My words disappear without echo
When I see the light
The way out of the chaos
I'll create tomorrow out of the fear
I feel the dreads
Filtering through my wall
I see the disinterest of the ice-cold smiles
I guess... I can't go on...
Is there only one page in this book?
Hurting sight... I loathe them...
I close my eyes...
Who tells us great ban*lity?
Who steals our dreams?
Who sits on wrong seats?
For whom doesn't it mean anything?
Scheme under the black clothes
Preplanned pain-program is grinding
Where the mud is also grey and the dreams are chased
And a hand-shaking incites the collapse
I'm not cold
I'm not a medicine
And I can't give you a tip