Ewige Dämmerung:

Let me describe myself screaming through time,
my information is reaching your brains little primitive fellows, ancestors of my creators
Ewige Dämmerung, Ewige Dämmerung
Die wenigsten der unseren erkennen sie als Hindernis, den meisten reicht ein fahles Licht und täglich,
im Schutz ihrer Gemeinschaft verweigern sie die Wahrheit verrichten sie den Bußdienst.
LEVIATHAN, LEVIATHAN,
LEVIATHANE deren Sehnen und Gelenke nun schon feiner und stärker sind als lebensfroher Eigensinn
besiegeln die Zügel ihrer Einheit, errichten ihre Grenzen und fressen ihre Nachbarn.
Monströs, maschinengleich, mechanisch und doch haßerfüllt
erheben sich aus tausenden die Einzelnen und messen sich
im Kampf um die Existenz verbrüdern und verraten sich,
erforschen, beobachten, verändern, verbessern, imitieren
erforschen, beobachten, verändern, verbessern, imitieren, kopieren selbst ihr Innerstes,
den Geist.
Präziser Nachbau des Synapsengeflechts, die Summe aller Teile, der Geist,
milliardenfach kopiert in die Welt gesetzt, technologische Singularität erreicht.

Slowly let her die:

She was allways all that I had wanted
she was all I ever had.
and we built her up together, we gave all our time to her
we tore our hearts out, slit our stomachs open,
she was our beauty, was our life.
But I can't take you any longer, no,
I can't take this any further,
I've grown tired of what I loved the most
I bury my youth with her.
I walk away in silence, nothing will ever be the same,
we have spent this time together now I slowly let her die, now I slowly let her die.

Bunny-hop:

Mourning fly in a flowerpotential gets
up with an awkward bunny hop
strafes through the air straight
into my nostril sneezed out back off to where ?
not up not up not left not left
again again precise that spot
not sure not sure not neither nor not never
powernose cut through lightspeed measurement fail
bright is the future of the young chemistry minty
drop top less great bosom breast
fed excalibourlesqueapetowns and the
mourning fly in a flowerpotential dies
sotto la panca la capra campa
sopra la panca la capra fuma
mourning fly in a flowerpotential at least
a millimeter ragnarokangaroo kill kill kill kill kill
what if there was someone kind
someone who never wronged you in any of those times and
what if you knew that by also being true you have
wronged her much worse than by telling a lie it's
because you have not yet reached the
distance of point of view so by
being true you become a fly
a
mourning fly in a flowerpotential gets
up with an awkward bunny hop
strafes through the air straight
into my nostril sneezed out back off to where ?

Land ho:

I ride the tide in a boat on the open sea,
left the shore a month ago, the seagulls have abandoned me,
and into the depths below
deep down I shall go
drown down,
song of the whale
of the tale of extinctions
holding on to my broken oar
a feeling's if I've been here before

Last time I spoke to you I tried
to tell you all the things I thought you'd like
but then I didn't know,
you wanted me to go,
far, far, you would be proud
if you could see me now
and if I should return one day
I will long have been forgotten

forgotten like the shape of a cloud
like a ready-made picture
like an unuttered shout.
Moving like a wave on the sea,
only one in a million,
neither tethered nor free.

sunshine memory, accelerated forthcome, heartbeat mutiny, horizon,
burning skyline, outlived stupidity, used up lifetime, all is gone

and I think of you, every now and then
and I won't give up, even if the end would be an
easy way to flee, all that lies ahead
will I beat myself, will I not succeed, will I be dead ?


Land ho !


and into the depths below
deep down I shall go
drown down,
song of the whale
of the tale of extinctions
holding on to my broken oar
a feeling's if I've been here before

Summoning:

Have been granted a room by the light of the stars
have been summoning you but you didn't respond

So I wasted today and tomorrow, my decay
wiped out all there was and that could become
have been granted allowance for the playing of the game
that I've been destroying since the moment
that I realised I would lose

Kill the dread wipe it out blur my vision with faith,
hopeless end of all things that I cannot await!

Havewemetall

Would it be the same, if we would not have met at all,
if we were gone before we came, would it matter ?
If every word and every sound
and all those smiles and all those tears
were just a hollow determined reaction.

Pile up the victims of warfare
pile up the victims of crime
pile them up to a mountain of corpses
let the gasoline flow and then
set it on fire

Now as I gaze into your eyes
I love you you imprint
a thought into my mind

No one knows for sure, so we're obliged to judge ourselves
and if we dissociate from the guilty
if we're inventing 'them' and 'us'
it's only them who will prevail
and then, for sure, we will not have
met at all.

Pile up the victims of warfare
pile up the victims of crime
pile them up to a mountain of corpses
its foul odour must stay in your mind
will there be then any difference
can we not live without shame ?
must the learning process be repeated
all over again ?

Now as I hold your hands in mine
I try to trust you but I can't believe you
till I'm guilty too.

Distance:

It is dark a night and the stars shine blue
the air is clear, it is cold outside
so tender the touch of the treetops
that tickles the huge forest's skyline.

As far as my eyes can see
no one around here on my way.
Here comes the past - some memories
that I gladly embrace as company.

And all above you rise like a god.
And all of a sudden I must smile,
for the distance between you and me
will be gone at the end of our very last mile.

Der letzte Baum:

Ich sah nur Schatten in der Dunkelheit
kein Licht hat jemals etwas länger meinen Blick geteilt
kein Strahl der Sonne hat den Boden meines Grunds erreicht
und trotzdem denk'ich: "ich bin".

Der Reben Trauben tropfen trauernd zu Boden
und das warme Rot des Abends kühlt nur leicht sich zur Nacht
sie nimmt mich auf in ihre Arme ich bin aufgehoben
endlich nichtig, Wind.

In the time of your freedom:

In the time of your freedom
in the time of your masterhood when you can't
run with your feet no more
work with your hands no more
breathe with your lungs no more
what will you do ?

In the time of your leaving
in the time when you're past for good
when you'll be cold like a stone on the graveyard
and no sunshine reaches your skin that is burried
deep down
down down down
down down down
down down down
down down down
down down down.

The elite has no clue, so you better not ask
all the old people live through the young
They will not leave you be
they will love you to death
if you don't get up and run
and run
RUN, COWARD, RUN RUN RUN,
DIE MALE HUMAN run
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN
run run.

In the end of your being,
when your good meets its sunset-clause
when there's no need to
breathe with your lungs no more
work with your hands no more
run with your feet no more
I will meet you

when your time reaches its ceiling
when your thinking elapidates
you leave me intact but distracted
for I'll not know
where you are when you're not
and where I should then go.

The elite has no clue, so you better not ask
all the old people live through the young
but it ain't of no use fighting all in refuse
of the things that they pass on
even if the elite has no clue, so you better not ask
all the old people live through the young
RUN RUN RUN
but it ain't of no use fighting all in refuse
of the things that they pass on
DIE MALE HUMAN
even if the elite has no clue, so you better not ask
all the old people live through the young.
They will not leave you be
they will love you to death
if you don't get up and run and run
run run run.