All this tenderness has come to nothing

All that we require is being rearranged

I've no wish to look to the future

For my exspectations will no doubt be changed



Just rolloing along on the rest of the waves

My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed

Poisoned pens in invisible paper

Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists



What is the chance of us living

Some of our simplest dreams

Are all the structures we build here

Really as frail as they seem



The dying are the lovers of this modern world

The power and the glory survives

With radio active bargaining

And the valueness of our lives



My turn to crumble

My turn to fall

From so very humble

To nothing al all.





@SOND: WELTSCHMERZ



This is where silence runs its course

And sadness wipes its eyes upon us

We fall from a structure build on troubled minds

My world becomes iron and grows an cold as Winter



Soldiers in uniforms of nudity march over open hearts

Sweetly and sickly scented by roses

And your world id crushing you like those flowers

By scripts written into your skinwith the in of thorns



Ashen faces sink into silence

All lonesome trends brush shoulders

All of last nights degredation

Builds foundations on us both