1. CHOLYMELAN

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2. FALSE AFFECTION, FALSE CREATION III

Viscious words and false belief
Chains around my wrists
A sad sensation
The craving for life is gone
Intoxicate me in the trot of life
A yelling laugh decays my dream
A laugh to fear my deed

A false affection, a false creation

Suspicious eyes enslaved within
Imprisoned - shame and guilt
But still a child
Confessing all my sins
Elaborated, but still out of reach
My hands still shiver
My eyes don't move
A deed you can't neglect

A false affection, a false creation


3. END OF FLOWERS

Monuments of grace
Discharge my credits
The future is my past
Take a risk - survive

Fortunate belief
Enter - communicate
Contrasts - black and white
Disgusting beauty

Roses dying
Just in secrecy
Children crying
Their flowers bloom
Innocence rejected
Virginal deceit

Secret
Hidden
You dare to speak

Learn to fake
Learn to feel
Learn to heal


4. RETALIATION

Enemies adorned by childish innocence
Dictators rule
Granted words you offer
I urge to spread wings of decay

Bridges fall to split the nation
Walls enrise for better days to please
Draining ditch - water from my eyes
Retaliate

A veil of mystery I feel
Blindfold in obscurity
In the shade of a tree
I cannot remain here

My sweetest passion
My sweet, sweet revenge
My sweetest passion
My sweet retaliation

Hammering on my fragile ideals
In a cage of manic patience
Drawn into a growing chaos
My intentions seem to fall

My state of mind an inferno
This mind, which cannot comprehend
A torment to my conscience
My objectives lost in frozen shades

Engraved
The scars of time
Yet never healed
But still, the spark of hope does never rest

My sweetest passion
My sweet, sweet revenge
My sweetest passion
My sweet retaliation


5. BUT THE WIND WAS STRONGER

Wind oh carry me away
Guide my angels -unlink their chains
Words find echoes in my past
My delusion now unmasked
I dare to touch this bodies surface
Temptation blinding my resistance
I could linger so much longer
But the wind was stronger

Yes I know my eyes are sinning
Longing for what is not mine
Defend her purity with mercy
Thread my guts, cut off my tongue
Merge my conflict with the wind
Mesmerise my childish instincts
Then I will not suffer any longer
But still the wind was stronger

My puppets, angels, dolls and she
Starring, whispering at me
Ready to drop - in chains paralysed
On naked skin I feel their glares
Embarrassed of what they might see
I cannot speak, I cannot think
Scared to death I move no longer
Yes, I guess the wind was stronger


6. EX-ILE

Now sit - sucker - and beg for mercy
I saved your life a million times
Why serve if you can rule yourself ?
So sceptical of my existence
My mutation-gently gliding - switched to normal
So desperate, so sincere like a child
O' I can't see my face in any mirrors
Fanatically I'm moving on...into

Ex-ile exploited - Humiliation costs

Deceitful
Disgustful
But words can never change the facts

Distrustful
Disrespectful
But fanatics never lose their trace

Your enemies surround your kingdom
Your disciples in defeat
Come home, we'll welcome you with laughter
And your longing turns concrete

Reject the courts decision
Sweat pearls gliding, as the judge regains the word
Put blame on your breast until it bursts apart
Or choose to vegetate ... into

Ex-ile exploited - Humiliation costs


7. METHUSALEM

(Anti Methusalem Syndrome)

I plastered all these walls with color
I drank your tears watered with wine
Contented with this taste of anger
Regarding this was mine

I tested all in vague proportions
I drank your tears like they were mine
I dared to speak of new horizons
And blinded both your eyes with mine

Can you feel it coming ?
Can you feel it go ?
Anti Methusalem Syndrome

Misled by an angel
I thought I saw the sun bleed
Up my throat they crawl
To turn in little rumours

Infinite temptation
Fateful, formless, rare
Distant condulation
I know whose words they are

How dare you speak, or even move
Dimorphicly disabled gestures
Prophylactic tendencies
As bodies need their prostitution

My tongue was bent in all directions
Circling motion in slight confusion
E-dead spies return in failure
prayer after prayer (just) in case it helps

It's in our kind
It's on my mind
It's pure and holy
It's what I've done...,done to you

Can you see him running ?
Can you see his home ?
Anti Methusalem Syndrome


8. END(GIFTET) ?

(Vivid valediction)

Das Leben verbirgt sich hinter seinen Abertausenden Gesichtern, im Schatten dessen Was es selbst zu bewirken vermag.

Unbandbare Kraft verborgen in unheilbarer Sucht Nach mehr Gefuhl,nach viel mehr Gefuhl...

In blendendem Licht zu einer anonymen Masse Verschmolzen, deren Asthetik einzig und allein in Ihrem imaginar allem uberlegenen Intellekt liegt.

Utopie oder Fanatismus, wer weiss das schon... (Und so schlendern wir orientierungslos, Angesicht Zu Angesicht, aneinander vorbei.)

Ich bin endgiftet, total endgiftet

Und dennoch schopfen wir immer wieder neues Vertrauen und rufen es hinaus in die Leere, wartend auf ein sanftes Echo, das sich anschmiegsam
Wie eine zweite Hulle um Dich wickelt,
Dir Trost spendet und Dir fur eine Weile Deine Muden Augen einfuhlsam zu schliessen versteht.

Vorbehaltlos verringerst Du Deine Erwartungen auf ein Minimum:
Eine Hand gefroren im Eis, die andere im odernden Feuer, so erstarrst Du...

Vergib mir, mein Freund,
Du scheinst nicht zu Verstehen, aber wer weiss das schon?

Legenden werden geboren und in kleinen gepolsterten Zimmern aufbewahrt.
Einsam lernst Du das zu lieben was Du nie beruhren wirst


9. MOMENTS OF BLOOM

I tried to see/feel/be/heal it
The way you said

I tried to see your eyes on me
And everything else seems irrelevant

I dare to feel now, I know what I have lost
I dare to leave now, no matter what it costs
And still I do no movements
I'm glued here to the spot
But still I cannot free my mind
I don't know what I need


10. TOUCH II

What can I see for ...?
What can I speak for ...?
What can I touch for... free ?

Suffer to feel relief
Kiss to taste some blood
Sleep to stay awake
Die to feel alive

Ride for a fall
Fain to fail to feel it`s fake
A little shock! Inhale it! Quick! Admit yourself that you are sick

Ein Gefuhl,
Das wir uns, so denke ich, alle ersehnen,
Ist das Gefuhl der Vollkommenheit,
Der Eleganz in geschmeidiger Bewegung.
Wenn es etwas gottlich perfektes gibt oder
Geben kann, dann das
Mit einem Ursprung der so unbegreifbar fern
Und undurchsichtig ist, dass ich uber jeden
Fetzen der mir erhalten bleibt dankbar bin.

Der Zustand als solches umfasst uber
Ausreichend Perfektion und bedarf keiner
Externen Kraft : Pure Energie !


11. REALITY OF MINE

Questions don't spare with thoughts
Give birth to a new world
Curiosity dies in echoes
Till your thirst is quenched

Mortal remains
Motionless silence
I bear this war
Reality takes shape
Child, thy will be done

This is me
It's me and my
Reality of mine

My veil in growing fear
To burst apart
Declare the war
But harmony preserved
Eyes are closed
But still see many things
So sentimental
Like a child

Scared to death
Without a single word
Reduced to the essential
Reality takes shape
Child, thy will be done

Reality takes shape
Child, thy will be done

This is me
It's me and my
Reality of mine


12. PREDICTIONS

Just like scarred (the way) you touch my skin
Can you handle that shock
Fragments of words rush through me
As I see your lips move fast
Echoed voices never end
Blinded wisdom in empty hands
And as I come closer to the truth
I figure there is none

So where are you
The whore to walk, aside
And all those faces I haved lived in
Attach me to my doubtful past
Forgotten forces regain strength
Because strangers die in silence
Crosses fade in shimmering white
Obused reflexes born inside
So tell me now, where are you ?

Fingers longing for this gentle chaos
Hallow bodies with draconic lips
Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate my skin
Voices dumb, without sentiments
Digusting taste and eyes so blind
Fingers numb, perceptions out of reach
Breathless as a perfume kills

Perverted dreams my fractual bindings
As my puzzle falls apart
Logic questions the existence
Of this strange phenomena
Hidden in those eyes
Like a gentle flimsy kiss
Believe me saying it's not the skin
It's the stranger inside