Day of Chemistry Wise men around me, around me like dust Lanterns in darkness, fences and ropes A breeze on the leafs dancing wildly on lust Some glittery lightbulbs like several globes The lady whose absence so tortures his mind Why is it indifference that makes him so weak? The sound comes from everywhere, goes to behind The guinea pig’s wondering, high on his peak The feet walk the sand with a desperate stroll The steel and the herbal, in mud and in oil A hut in the forest embraces my soul Breeding creations for shouts and annoyal The feet walk the sand with a desperate stroll The steel and the herbal, in mud and in oil A hut in the forest embraces my soul Breeding creations for shouts and annoyal A lonely kid on a desperate railroad Runs towards destiny soon to be real I follow his steps with a chicken and sheepgoat I travel by darkness, I travel by feel I search every corner, I open each door I’m trying to catch if it was but a piece The echoing shouts from the lightdriven floor The breeding laughs softly, jumps back to the trees

congratulations child you make my heart run wild when i look in your eyes you seem an angel in disguise you are my puppeteer it's your beatuy that i fear if you'd ask me for the moon i would make sure you'd get it soon and so the beast in me is slain why do you play this aweful game? do be in love's to run in vain when will i run away perhaps i'll run today but then i see your smile again i decide to stay a while and so the beast in me is slain why do you play this aweful game? do be in love's to run in vain and so the beast in me is slain why do you play this aweful game? do be in love's to run in vain

Killing of Roses Am I a sheep? Am I turning into one? Am I getting cheap? Am I having fun? Am I growing old? Am I still a child? Has everything been told? Has everything been filed? Left alone, I’m questioning my grey side Everything I find in this machine Is tracing its own footsteps in a sandslide I shouldn’t hide away from this routine Everything is going fine, everything is back on track So I don’t have a reason to whine. I left the leafs, broke bonds with Mean Old Jack This is how a man should be, all the broken plastic is repaired And this is what the others like to see, so where are all the roses I have spared? Life is full of choices, all have downsides But choosing hesitation’s never right My clothes sting everyday, sometimes the clock bites Did I burn my purple gown just out of fright? I’m desperate to feel the flowered drive Dying is the process of one’s life And life begins with youth, with the supply of roses filled And death occurs from time to time, every time a rose is killed Suddenly I long for self-destruction Sun Replace the Moon was not that bad Suddenly I understand the structure Every situation drives me mad Those longings aren’t strong the way they were Sometime I’ll lose them deep within my fur But I hope I will remember what their voices used to say Will I listen in a year the way I’m listening today? And the fire bakes the moulded clay that’s taken from one’s tongue And the fire’s made of moulded clay that’s baked for much too long And the clay the tongue produces has no boundaries at first But it’s moulded into shape to live the function it rehearsed Another rose is dead when I am done Another moon is grown to kill a sun And The Refill wasn’t Great the way I hoped it so to be And the swamp of casuality’s been rising to my knee And the rain at last arrives to kill the fire from which it bloomed And it’s born again and to everlasting cycling it is doomed And the rain at last arrives to kill the fire from which it bloomed And it’s born again and to everlasting cycling it is doomed And the rain at last arrives to kill the fire from which it bloomed And it’s born again and to everlasting cycling it is doomed And the rain at last arrives to kill the fire from which it bloomed And it’s born again and to everlasting cycling it is doomed Swamp of Casuality * Reincarnation Lately I find out that I’m an error in the masterplan Wandering about, I see no mirror, I am faster than The razorwork more real than anything you feel The razorwork more real than anything you feel I look around, I hear a sound of other sheep to be drowned I fall in deep: an endless leap, while being crowned to a plastic sleep And now I understand the years that I have spent And now I understand the years that I have spent Everything is different when you do what everybody does We all know what happens, still nobody will stand up because The diamond may be fake, it’s too powerful to break The diamond may be fake, it’s too powerful to break And in my grave lies a slave who’s never been amongst the brave I have seen what this could mean: the path is craved, I’m a machine So this is how it feels to help the plastic wheels So this is how it feels to help the plastic wheels Could I use my ‘blessing’ for a ‘proper’ goal to serve my ‘race’? ‘But the human race is nothing in comparison to the older days’ The human race is gone, the iron structure’s won The human race is gone, the iron structure’s won The lake has dried and with all my might, I embrace the plastic night In the maze I learn my ways: to ignore what’s right and count the days And when your heart is sealed away, everything turns grey And when your heart is sealed away, everything turns grey And when your soul is sealed away, everything turns grey And when your soul is sealed away, everything turns

open your eyes my friend and look around i'm afraid that i must tell that both of us are grounded so now i walk in darkness and i cannot find the way speak for i've got nothing more to say the river blackens as the pelgrim nears his food's confession and his beverage tears what will he find inside my mind? will he even like the things he'll find? the river blackens as the light remains all white will the days that wait for me be equally bright? soon the warmth is gone i look inside its eyes and finally its done with reading everything that my future soon will bring old values aren't heard of here i'm overwhelmed with endless fear i'm afraid of this desert lying low help to forget my fatal blow we didn't die for nothing thanks to us decisions are made old rules are turned to dust could've been better if we stayed alive but the night took us as the clock struck five we didn't die for nothing but he gives a damn? we may be heroes but we'll never breatha gain see the angry path what lies beyond it? and what caused its wrath? can you help me to find out? can you help to kill my doubt? old values aren't heard of here i'm overwhelmed with endless fear i'm afraid of this desert lying low help to forget my fatal blow i have always heard of evil fires but these stories seem absurd and told by liars listen to the whispers floating from the house of flowered clouds here i can sleep and leave my doubts

A man who lived on the corner of a busy street One morning woke up a foreigner and chopped off both of his feet He threw his left in a basket; he threw his right in a box Then he lay down in a casket and murmured: ‘everything sucks’ And the world passed by his window in a shiny racing car It was conscious of his sin though, that’s why it never came too far It was a morning in winter, the streets were full of snow But since the man never been there: how could he ever know? He wrote a note to his finder, he wrote: ‘if you have a girl Then take a quick look behind her, you’ll see the murdering world ‘Will you promise me to ask it to take my right foot out the box? To take my left foot out the basket and bring my casket to the rocks? Then he’ll look to the horizon, then he’ll over the sea Then there’ll be no more disguising: it will be the world and me’ The morning after was colder and all the neighbours say When someone finally told her, the world had took him away She read the note and then tore it. She whispered: ‘what a jerk! He could have told me before it, now I’ll be late for work’ That night the wind howled like a madman, while she did never even weep And all the broken and the sad men turned off their lights and went to sleep

Little Rover, walk with me to the river, come and see Across the water, far in the west: fairies are dancing and they never rest You’re a lot like me and I hope you’ll always be Little Rover on my mind for all that I can see I’m your brother, I love you so: you’re my sister, never grow! You’re very tiny but one day it will stop: if I could have it my way you would never grow up You’re a lot like me and I hope you’ll always be Little Rover on my mind for all that I can see Little Rover, you are so young, but one day you’ll be grown up and it won’t be long Will you remember how sweet you were? Will you stay that way when you’re a grown up girl? You’re a lot like me and I hope you’ll always be Little Rover on my mind for all that I can see When you’re in your room, drawing pictures: drawing pictures of yourself… Don’t fade away, can I see you? Can I be you? Don’t fade away… Forever stay, can I kiss you? I will miss you if you won’t stay Little Rover, go to sleep: dream of starlight, will you never weep? Try to stay asleep for the evil world, to me you’ll always be my fairytale princess girl You’re a lot like me and I hope you’ll always be Little Rover on my mind for all that I can see You’re a lot like me and I hope you’ll always be Little Rover on my mind for all that I can see Little Rover on my mind for all that I can see

The sun was shining, it was somewhere late in may A man named Future had a dream that day Outside his window, a thousand people prayed The sun was shining, it was somewhere late in may A lady went to visit him, but soon she turned around to go away He was writing a letter to himself which wasn’t true He was eating all of the pictures he once drew You have to kill your past in order to make something new He was writing a letter to himself which wasn’t true He was writing on his body, sitting on the cactus that he grew You can steal his clothes, it’ll freeze you to the bone You can steal his money ‘cause his eyes are made of stone But don’t you steal his cactus: that’s the only thing he owns You can steal his clothes, it’ll freeze you to the bone A milkman selling ice-cream, is bound to sell the ice-cream, not the cone And who can tell you what is false or wrong? Can you hate a person when he’s singing you a song? Would you sting in anger when you’re stung? And who can tell you what is false or wrong? A person who is silent is a person who’s been shouting for too long ‘Someone’s lying, but it doesn’t matter now’ Future was thinking as he took a lengthy shower His dream had told him this, he tried to remember how: ‘Someone’s lying, but it doesn’t matter now It was something with a mirror’, he was thinking as he reached out for his towel At the same time Future’s father sinned in several acts of violence Hurry home hurry home hurry home hurry home! At the same time Future’s mother had a heart-attack in silence Hurry home hurry home hurry home hurry home! It was eight p.m. but it looked like afternoon The neighbours played a very well-known tune Future drank his soup without a spoon It was eight p.m. but it looked like afternoon And when it started getting darker, no-one paid attention to the moon