Etwas Lyrik, Kinners:

Living Large In Crashing Cars

Hello night, please can I kiss you?
I need something I can feel
it just hurts a bit, it is true
like the turning of the wheel

So the wheels are turning, turning
there's no turning, turning back
See the rivers burning, burning
salty tears so tarry black
Bleak communion overflowing
flowing chasms of despair
gath'ring dust and ever growing
creepy cobwebs everywhere
Following the road to nowhere
nowhere yet I've ever known
Ashes fall on wispy grey hair
grey in colours never shown
Falling out of frame and tidings
tying faith to falling stars
Listening to all false guidance
living large in crashing cars

At the end of dreams forgotten
dreaming neon white resolve
forged acids, stale and rotten
let the mind in air dissolve
Tears have spilled the blood of laughter
blotting out the morning sun
crying on the morning after
happiness seems on the run
Feed the flames with human ashes
burning books we never read
Clench your teeth and count the lashes
count them all until you're dead

Hollow is the road that led you
to the drowning of your light
Sullen lullabies that wed you
wed you to the endless night



Hounds of Babylon

Beware the wicked man, beware
sitting in his wicker chair
spouting clouds of bitter air
beware the wicker man, beware

Weirdly crooked wicker throne
made of skin and made of bone
made of dust and truth alone
weirdly crooked, wicked throne

Lord of ashes, lord of clouds
lord of bitter, fuming spouts
speaking acid, screaming doubts
loads of ashes, loads of clouds

Standing on a bloody stump
back a twisted, ugly hump
thorns protruding from his rump
standing on a fetid stump

Face of the Hounds of Babylon
futures lost and futures won
drag the carcass on and on
to face the Hounds of Babylon

Beware the wicked man, beware
gazing with an evil stare
devouring without a care
beware that evil man, beware



Old Ghosts Of Yesterday Forgotten

While taking a stroll down Memory Lane
I can see them
Blind eyes in featureless faces
staring
behind pale and milky windows
Can you see them, too?

Smoke from lipless mouths
like burning memories
cinder for my thoughts
searing, tearing away at the
ruins of my mind
And the old ghosts of a yesterday forgotten,
they dance, they dance, they dance

In the blink of an eye
I am home again
caressed by pain
cradled in blood
nurtured on ignorance

Feed me, bottomless pit, feed me
Reach out to me with your
scalpel fingers
Sing for me with your
syringe voice
Taste me with your
acid tongue
And look at me with your
lobotomy eyes

Lobotomy, Loboto-Me, Low Bottom Me

Shall it feed you, too?

Doors open, close
The orderlies arrive
I've been screaming again,
spitting tar, yelling chaos,
growling black soul fumes
into faces crusted with lies

Wash off the stench of anonymity
and take away my scars
I can see them
Barbed wire made flesh
I gather dust
and listen to the colours of the void
They are hunting me
Can you see them, too?

Those thunderstorms of cacti,
poisonous rat fang twisters,
spewing ichor,
contaminating my last refuge
I can hear their rain sawing
at my consciousness,
filling me up with guilt
Can you hear them, too?

I look out of the window,
pale and milky, warm and wet and soft to the touch,
smoke rising from my lipless mouth
I see a figure, standing, staring
If at me I do not know...yet
I dance, I dance, I dance

Say, can you see me, too?




I'mma Gettin'

I'mma gettin' outta here
time to shake some dust
the end is drawing close, I fear
I won't lay down and rust

I'mma gettin' outta here
the fuses have been lit
ain't time to pack them bags, my dear
we only need our grit

I'mma gettin' outta here
the world is bourne in flames
grip tight on destiny's own spear
no time to play no games

Armageddon outta here
keep hopin' if you must
it's time to change to second gear
and time to shake some dust

Das hier ist ganz frisch (22.01.14):

Sue Aside

When Sue was born her mother cried
her father never thought it right
preferring weed so green
and methamphetamine
They gave her up for an adoption
keeping her was not an option
If she would have it better
didn't even matter

They said: "We're putting Sue aside
please understand, financial plight."
Her father called it just
a late abortion

A couple from the upper class
took pity on the little lass
But they'd grown cold
when Sue was three years old
It happened in the summer, late
when fondness waned and turned to hate
It was a weekend trip
and Sue was getting sick

They said: "We're putting Sue aside
she only soils our shiny ride"
So she was left behind
crying on the sidewalk

In children's homes, the next ten years
Sue learned hardships, pain and fears
She was abused and scarred
happiness was barred
On a cold and rainy day
Sue then finally ran away
Not knowing where to turn
her eyes began to burn

She said: "I'm putting Sue aside
there's nothing left, not even pride."
And only tears remained
washing down the sleeping pills

When Sam the Cabbie had been younger
he had known drugs, he had known hunger
But now he drove his car
along the boulevard
He saw her lying on the ground
without motion, without sound
She didn't seem like much
lifeless to the touch

He said: "I'm taking you inside!"
But Sue committed suicide.