In the circle deep,

lost me in this cold, cold black

a strong arm in these weak days just

an inner wish to be forgotten ...

See, the ships are sailing

they sail without a sea;

and still Jesus is praising

he speaks with no need to breathe ...

In my words I claim nothingness to be

and pictures awake and grow in me.

What is left

to expect?

Where is to go,

to look at?

Gallows for sale,

just follow the stench

of my sweat.

You in my mouth,

did you really believe

you were safed?

'Swopped blood for blood,

'snuffed mud for mud

'shook hands with the boys

of the underworld.

The last dance in the inside of my outside

did you really believe

you were safed