Tales From A Hollow Heart

I.
Do you think i am blind?
Do you think I am so kind?
Do you think I don't burn my mind?
Do you think I don't go the grind?

What are the names?
Can I stand several pains?
Do you know how much my heart craves?

Is it a rainstorm in hell?
Is it my ringing death bell?
How long am i chaugt in this cell?
What shold i always tell?

In and out.
Fasten the court.
My killing fault.


II.
One darker veil encompasses me.
Some power burrows himself.
What expels thee.
Or am it a task at me.

Mine minds misted.
Pigheadedness sundries sink experienced.
As if one me lie to.

Shadow travel through my eyes.
They explore the ripeness of me grapes.
Wools me this rob.
But wants self it not beliefs!

One ignominiousness penetrates me.
Creases lurking on the first sting.
About never to sagas , self love thee.


III.
Passed to ash.
Long since spoiled in of the bonnet pocket.
Unforgotten in of the rod mesh.
On the mine sin not faded.

And again are it you.
And again impurity you mine Ruh.
All the same what self tu.

Burried was everything once.
Nobody blank , what it means.
One says it were bold.
That is it, what me so aggravates.

Sepulchre to roam by flames.
To burn under cooling palm trees.
And there unobtrusive to smoke.


IV.
It's a bloodrush to me,
When i see her bleed
It's a bloodrush to me,
Like the sweetest creed.

Dancing naked arround the fire at night.
Starting your mind to destroy in a fight.
Everything becomes so incredibly, blood-bright.

Silver-red Rivers in the bloodrushs flame.
Jumping in and nothing to claim.
No one arround to blame.
Just more then enough blood to drain.

A bloodrush as a lust you find.
Blood as hollow mix in your mind.
And your heart might tried.


V.
Running down your silk.
Blinding me like milk.
Tears like a shooting drink.
Makes me nevermore think.

Those moves so blue.
Make me loose every clue.
Things become less true.

Stars may become the light.
That light, which you love to fight.
Deep from the hollow heart you died.
It allows you to follow the quiet.

A heat touching me.
What should that be.
Is it like the death planting a tree?


VI.
I gave you the question.
You gave yourself the answer.
And it is a killing transfer.
You wish to crash here.

Something confuses you.
Something that you dont do.
Something that is the killing truth.

Running to the core.
Flashing yourslef for more.
Knocking to the invisible door.
While crawling on a seethrough floor.

A life is so dark.
Like a burning mark.
While the hellhounds bark.


VII.
Shallow waters, so deep.
Whispering you in darkness to sleep.
Talking to you seductive sweet.
Singing your hearts beat.

Others tell you, that you dont belong.
But go on and listen to your song.
A little bit insanety cant be wrong.

So long after gone that day.
No unexisting guilt to pay.
No one lives next to you to stay.
Just watching this dancing ray.

A tiny thing braking your mind.
Doesnt like something it may find.
Stoping this useless ride.


VIII.
Self miss thee sometimes so very.
Sometimes without thee self not been.
Therefor entreaty self thee, how the eye the sea.
Sometimes request self thee here.

Tin you forgotten, whichever factors we spent?
So very will self thee not more in the eye look at.
But thee in immortals love despise.

Like one stone falls and nothingness more says.
Your volition in to me stares.
And nevertheless am self it, the himself afflicting asks. What are you, what himself so courageous dares?

An invisible tear, the I like.
You put me cautious in duller coffin.
And are it, what me embraces, when it incidental to me lay.


IX.
So weak.
Feeling like its going to freak.
Like a burning sneak.
And the smoothest cheek.

A hint of a thing.
Made of an angel with a black wing.
As choirs you deathsong sing.

Like the smallest rainstorm in the maddows.
Calling your bleloved shadows.
As the clodest wind warmly blows.
And the inner hollow grows.

A simple bite makes you moan.
As thousands groan.
And your future is already thrown.


X.
A dance so moon-like.
So darkening white.
Like a trightrope ride.
All deep down in the sight.

It comes deep into you.
Ripping out everything blue.
Making you all over agian true.

A passion like blak rain.
It makes you feel burning pain.
Can you think about the same?
There is no one to claim.

A bleeding flame.
Comming through your brain.
Into your heart it will rain.


XI.
Burning blood inside.
It is flashing your mind.
Blinding your sight.
Kickstarting your heart.

All so fake.
Nothing to make.
Everything to brake.

Can you stop it?
Can you make it fit?
Can you remember who you bit?
How does it feel while you slit?

All so filled with darkness.
Everything shines so loveless.
And slowly every step becomes a mess.


XII.
Everything what self ask for am something forgiveness.
Not at mine mindly adjusting.
Or lying rescue.
And respect dark honouring.

Only one step to near.
And nothingness am more so, how there was.
Forgotten am nothingness what happened.

One heart in severer perdition.
When were it a snakier cunning trick.
And one thinks over the what you are.
Nevertheless blank one not, what one am.

She rescue so a so soft.
Bequeath to excite hard.
And the darkness she paints.


XIII.
States offence.
But never beings learn.
But for this the darkness ruin.
Not after nihilism she struts.

United in joy and spunk.
The power darkness so dear.
An insult at himself so howling.

Depression skipped and hidden.
Would you at yours ease shackle drawn.
And middles by the hollow heart fooled.
And in burning eyes reward.

Joys close by night.
Spunk, when one woken.
That is, what is turning on the hollow heart.

Random Poems

Angel Of Death

Everything dies.
Like the stars shines.
And the mind sinks in wines.

Nothing left, then bones and ashes.
Together with futures trashes.
No rememberance how it smashes.

Everything must be this way.
Nothing is worth to pray.
And and bed of blood to lay.

So quiet and loud.
As dancing so proud.
And slowly dying arround.

Without You

When dignity one portion ok by me disappearance.
When dignity me the Midgradsnake devour.
When dignity me the death at lust jump.

Nothingness might worse being.
Nothingness would be more fine.
Drunk dignity self in ancient world wine.

Everything would be sorrowful.
Mine world wäre delight.
When width fields would be stud farm.

Lost would be my mind.
Final broken my black heart in the Sand.
Deletes the flame close by hand.

Vampiric Lusts

Lust of death
Are running through my bed
They are making my mind red

Blood is everywhere.
Blood is there to share.
Blood is the cloth i want to wear.
Blood is the drink i love to dare.

Nothing makes it complete.
Nothing stills my greed.
All i need is you to bleed.

It bleeds like a wood on fire.
And looks like me in the mirror.
It is pleasure in a barb wire.
Makes corpses even dryer.

Nowhere to run.
It is a game with a lot of fun.
When your blood is mine, everything is done.

Blood is the truth.
It is the eternal youth.
With it everything feels intesive smooth.
Like a bone is climbing on the mountains roof.

Everlasting flames of doom.
Always darkness in the room.
The end is comming but not soon.


Mori

aught self ever to you grief done credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever to you pain in the done credit , so do this to me grief.
aught self ever thee affronted credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever thee not dear credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever the courage not had credit , to you in the eyes to see , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever about thee dealt credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee not loved credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever your act unvalued credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever not serve advice comply with credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever to you not appreciate respect proven credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee not fittingly treated credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever the life , the you to me gave despises credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever your word misstreated credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever thee affected behaviour credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever the danger about thee forgotten credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever your grief not respects credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever the death about thee esteemed credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever thee derides credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever this , what you showed to me forgotten credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever your demeanour in dirt drawn credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee rejected credit , so does to me this grief.
aught self ever yours existence despises credit , does it to me grief.
aught self ever thee forgotten credit , so does to me this grief. aught self straight line drink , about the sorrow to overcome , does it to me grief.
aught self straight line drunk being , about at of me sorrow right to coming , so does to me this grief.

Nine Days

nine days of torture.
fine ways of fortune.

A lie of truth.
A step on the rooth.
A little bit smooth.
Don't need to move.

Everything is allright.
Every dark is so bright.
All around is so light.
The cigarette blindes the sight.

Which god will judge me.
Which one will bleed from the tree.
What will come to make us blind and see.
In the end everyone will just be.

Nine days of truth.
Nine days on my heads rooth.


the tenth day

Everything is said and done.
Nothing is here to stop the fun.

In the eyes of blindness
In the ears of defness
And the moon so sunless
The sun so moonless

Flying through desert winds in the rain.
Every breath is a different kind of pain.
The life becomse a positive shame.
And then everything should be the same.

Thousands knifes in the heart.
Nothing remains the same as art.
Like so many want to be smart.
And bodys drop like a simple card.

For the thenth day we ran.
And took everything we can.

Neon-Green morbidity

the order disorder.
refined sei she not to the threat.
Or cooked a mindly transfixion.
there is a at virgin leech paint house.

head over heels ambulates one and power himself little.
Head under leaks one she incorrupt.
genii your controlless craving , so expressly your.
her juices in thee into.
you see the colour when she sloshes fine.

faces paint at blood.
serve soul becomes to the lasting glow.
for she has for a long time enough condescends.
black cowl encases this sluth.

the incorrupt essence the extase the sin.
without the same also only a contact lawn how doggies.
on the same your marrow possession ward.
the genius am performed without finds.
so the same himself the new with those ancients ally oneself.


Wolves in the night

Dreams in my eyes.
Drag them inside my cries.
All the time lies, lies, lies.
Forcing peaces untill it dies.

Honesty builds a stone.
Awake me on my dark throne.
As the whores moan.
Passionfull of madness i groan.

And then i look, and see that rememberance is gone.
Everything is said and done.
No one arround to smile and have fun.
Always like a black wolf on the run.

Blood rins down.
And it is still here this stupid crown.
As pain gets drawn.
And wait for the death in the dawn.


Little Sparks

Wild, wild, wild.
Run through the maddows in the night.
As Devils have their inferal flight.

Dont want to loose out of sight.
You know, in infernal light.
That it is right.
So say welcome to the night!

Darknes lurks beside.
And we just simply hide.
Or is pain just our bride?

We aren't pround on what we done.
Maybe we will be burning in the sun.
But at least we have a lot of fun.
And nothing is said and done, untill they come.

Appologize after appologize.
Followed by lies and lies.
And acts of cries.

How about hiding not to share?
How about pretending to care?
And not asking if anyone is there.
Isn't it enough lie to play fair?

Impaled things like born sin.
Devils sing infernal chouros for win.
Or is everything closed, like a drink, in a tin?


little girlfriend 

so little and fine you to being haste.
remain case , how one clod in to my neck.
self tin me heroic at thee turns; if need be.
you me sometimes to the totals blindness firmly rounded.

your smile power mine depression and little.
my heart at thee remains all the time incorrupt.
you – when sweetness , little bolus – remain eternal my.
come already! only thee let self in.
shed you about , the life my am your.
without thee self probable cannot more being.

alone yours affection it to see.
invisible in changing forget-me-not colours to paralyse.
my dream at me alone to experience.
chaos , my friend more and more to experience.

without thee appears to me everything so empty.
until then were you at a portion my sea.
embrace me request, I need it so very.
and when self my bed power war’s missing tar.
Suicide is the the only one loosening outfield this army.
therefore need self thee in vain more.


integra

integra, show me how to life.
Illuminate my think of mind.
in hallow water swapped.
eyes washed ; we be dumb.

nostalgy brandishes by my heart.
after of you message of the horror.
not my grief canopying.
so beautiful it also be.

journey away at to me to sun.
chastener mine thought of memory.
regulator think pain in the at litre of beer.
soda nothingness oddments when torturing haters.

integra, self comply with this wish.
irrationally he also outfield of you Fantasie originated.
him self out of reality renounce.
so be spunk my element , for eternal mine passion at thee burns.


loneliness

the everything am nothingness un nothingness am everything.
and self wants she not only all!
self white , there is a cold deathtrap.
and she true mine demons claw.

feelings are sowas , how stranger murmur.
not the wasp bludgeons me on the knee.
therefore entreaty self she ; all she.
the titillation mine soul ; universe the.

and so am being.
everything about the nothingness gives she to me.
cover mine soul on your.
she is mine burden ; the loneliness.



Midnight Ballade

when the sun go down.
and the night over us stands.
sleep through we , how she elapses.

Heerlich cooling she over us lives.
soda the ethnic heart heritage.
silver the fully moon seems down.
one duration him nichtsdenkend downhill.

loving couple case lonelier at.
and the night courts the stars foran.
sometimes desires one she held the own hand.

crickets chirp in game - quiet night.
the di women's libber against and again alone spent.
not warmgehalten in her paupers ,
there was the incorrupt Sommernachts - delusion.

depression knew one the stars see ,
on the sky beaming so clear existing ,
there was so acrimonious - sweet and fehrn lain.

when slave schmarzlicher memory.
one want die at soft conquest.
nothingness brings she again here ; this night.
no wish this ever again possible power.

finally one laughs her stars at.
pools back in frenden languages fine.
and sagas , at the end are all of us alone.


Witchdance

dance at you in the wreath.
outfield tulips and quartz.
they are soft on bittersweet way.

dead am permanent your turned.
sometime are she eh‘ burnt.
nevertheless power she spunk hard.

come in the middle , so come in.
in it hidden himself no sharped axe.
sometimes only overhasty mischief.

spirits she stroke tender on the neck ,
the decide am of the brew malt ,
move thee not , you are middles in the dance.

search by yourself and free ,
nobody talks to you objective into ,
think possession after , over yours decision.

of the excesses rambunctiousness wife ,
seductive on thee shows ,
she himself then slow bow.

she rice and support on it ,
you shed she not henceforth ,
show then your light at.


Opium

emptier space fuller illuminating shades.
one tin nothingness in it played seize.
when have to one new learn things to let.

one see by cagier eyes.
how himself everything neon coulored eventful.

the mind recognises one in it not.
one desires himself excruciating it would be one light.
to see , after which one his step directional.

jasmine couches hovering close by air.
Imaginary beauty stretcher but such cleft!

panic-stricken wrestles one gratifies ; night calls.
self the death exhausted not this mania.
one wants outfield the body , so the same the accumulation breaks.

blood am of the life Serum.
there gives no drum about.

fear flees out outfield the body.
of moment to moment feels one himself stronger.
the draws himself there , till one erupts its ease body.

there is only tired rouse.
how soft contacts licking.

how the door clotures himself the head.
one lives let till the sweat drips.
there is only important , when one himself self approved.


Glorya

you casual my heart at the moment quake.
self tin ’s not to you person opposite mention.
there is , when would she burst , mine vains.
and when dignity your sight think body paralyse.

are you so shrewd and aggierst so with a particular aim in mind.
mine soul hot because of to you deep-freeze.
almost so , when you thee in my life become established.
self wants ’s not knowledge ; self forbid ’s.

casual me feel cheer to the sun.
at thee inflammable self we gentlyest wool.
dear self thee? plays but no roll.
self wants she ; yours acrimonious - sweetness , little , romp.

Leg yours Arm‘ about mine leg Leg the legs about the neck my.
Leg your flossier hair about mine skin , fine.
it becomes so right hot and remains nevertheless incorrupt.
the chamber burns ablaze how you shout gorge after more , yours show self empty.

faith in it would another way? she becomes then at first right hard.
little , you are right possession and soft.
there is one ailing - catnip up and down.
you are empire at heart and passion.
it brings me to the waterfall. glorya , you are my everything only insistence on thick smoke.


my roof

emptier space fuller illuminating shapes.
one tin nothingness in it played seize.

when have to one new learn things to let.
one see by cagier eyes.

how himself everything neon coloured eventful.
the mind recognises one in it not.

one desires himself excruciating it would give one light.
to see , after which one his step directional.

jasmine couches hovering close by air.
Immaginary beauty stretcher but such cleft!

panic-stricken wrestles one gratifies ; night calls.
self the death exhausted not this mania.

one wants outfield the body , so the same the accumulation breaks.
blood am of the life serum.

there gives no drum about.
fear flees out outfield the body.

of moment to moment feels one yourself stronger.
the draws yourself there , till one erupts its ease body.

there is only tired rouse. how soft contacts licking.
how the door clotures himself the head.

one lives let till the sweat drips.
there is only important , when one himself self approved.

darker hall

it iterates himself continually.
I don't know , how not too bad.
only the same it continually new betrays.

one modifiers secret about the darkness about.
it stands not in the deepest fountain.
when dignity it become to fame.

nobody tin sagas ; it sounds stupid.
the time himself to hide am about.
so comes out so dummy your also are – now.

there is over when was it one buzz.
one tin it not permanent at a names crooked.
it silks there is one enjoyment - satisfactoriness delectableness.

so ambulates one there in darkness along.
self faith in to me thereby one wonders succeeded.
till self mine soul to the defence compulsion.

so black it also shining be.
there is beautiful incredible to entreaty incorrupt.
to dream to sagas ; there is my.

self ancestress , you know not , you make me incorrupt. perhaps am it , what self custom , about to being.
self becomes thee despise and nevertheless are you fine.

adorn not the wall , restrict thee on mine form.
you rememberable me at former hurtful treachery.
self go to by thee as of , darker hall ; tavern to me clarity.


A Story

Don't feel sorry for me
'Cause it's all part of my story
I can set you free
So stop to worry

Far away
Thousand of miles
But in the future's a ray
That beats all cries

Never wanted to fall in love with pain
She's my sin and i love it.
J'm proud of it not feeling shame
That's what bothers me a little bit

The others make my life complete
Sex is the lifes drug
Blonde and purple are my breath
I don't want to die when i shrug

Nothings makes it better
They kill me from the inside
I even cant write a goodbye-letter
Oh, how could i have lied...


Strings

Captured in the deserts sky
Pain makes me wanna die
Because i am unable to cry

Made of freezing fire
Try to destroy my empire
Which hurts like like wire
It shows that life is a layer.

Choking my throath
The reason is my vote
This is the end of my sort

Can't move anymore
No one is there
Like an empty madisson square
Lonelyness i offer to share

Can't hear her call
Wishing deep to fall
Not to be tied on this wall

Can't sleep all night
No power to fight
Death is shining bright
These Thoughts aren't light

Braking therse strings
would give me wings
Like returning to old things


On the Edge

Whisper me the death
I long to see the angels
And to rest in the eyes

Can you tell me what's wrong?
The sun is shining
And it burns a fire
That has been forgotten

No one is his own
Sometimes I think
The trees are pretty bored

When the heart becomes so thorned
Everything drawns in whiskey
Wine makes it clear
Nothing stops the fear

It goes on
Trying to travel between time
What is the true crime

It's a broken hearts club
Drinkin your hidden blood
You're so down
While lying in mud

You need something
That puts you up
Something that makes you rock


The Corner

I’m standing here tired
My neck feels so wired
The brain’s thoughts are fired

She sang to me a beatifull lovesong
Whatching into my eyes so long
I thought my dirty minds where worng
So I’ll never forget her tongue

Her voice was a seductive sound
She was banging her head to the crowd.
I felt her heart beating in her mind so loud.

She’s the living erotic
Brought my mind back to exotic
She owns my moveing like toxic
She’s making me erotic narcotic

The queen of the dark
She’s my life’s new mark
Like a lonely walk in a dark park

She’s the bible’s sin
Another longing heart to win
Like a wonderfull nightmare on gin
In this corner she’s my daydream

Her body moved me into trance
Exploding my opening minds
That’s what the corner finds.


The Werewolves‘ Coming

Come alive in the fully moon
Biteing you very soon
While playing lovegames with the spoon

Don’t stop to dream
It’s all hardly real
Untill the wolfbands‘ scream

It’s rageing danger
See it in the eyes of the stranger
He’s the hells major

He’s screaming to the moon
Chaseing you very soon
Licking your with his hot-cold spoon

Nothing is a dream
Everything is becomming real
Listen to the wolfbands scream

Your viginity is in danger
He wants it; the werewolven stranger
He’ll get you and never let you.


Tragic Theatre of Tongues

Gentely it tochs your skin
A wet and warmen sin
Burning passin not a little bit

Like an adiction that moves on
Feels like toching your bone
Your sense is it’s own
Besireing your body is like a stone

It feels exciting awsome
Your obsession burns like the sun
You need it now in to come

Tender kisses of poetry’s arts
Licking of tongues tragedy parts
A tongue-theatre of once lonely hearts
Intensive erotic begins to srart.

Everything goes out of control
Tongues play their own roll
Untill they go very gently very slow

Clothes fall to the ground
Wild screamings begin to shout
Now the tongue makes you loud
Again and again she screams proud

Restless and wild
Full of passion she cried
Tragic theatre of tongues plays nightwide


Last Ride

Burnt my house into ashes
Allaroud I’ver recived scratches
They made me like poor wratches

Playing all the time
Every word has to be a rime
This drawns me deep into crime
And pretending it’s all fucked-up-fine

I can’t stop hot-cold shivering
Scared from her shining delivering
Searching on the bottles ground for losts everything

All becomes red like wine
And melacholycity depressing mine
Just looking for the unholy’s shine
Crying makes loosers fly

While getting older
I become colder
Everything is a bother

Words may hurt deep
Silence tears more into peaces cheap
Someday it makes me an emotionall creep
I start feeling small and weak

Into this I like to slide
Hopefully there’s a last pride
While making the last ride


The Call

Awaken from the undead
Searching for the bad
Always near the dread

Like justice for all
A dragons fall
The poetry for me calls
And writing killing loves

Is it a teraphy?
Or just a game like Jeopady?
No, the poets tragedy.

It’s a tragedy what happened to me
It’s a tragedy in all what I see
Never a tragedy I wanted to be
It’s a killing kind of what’s called „we“

Getting day by day older
Nothing changes in normal order
My life written in a dirty folder

Death is my date
She’s the onlyone I can’t come too late
All I do is destroying and create
For it everything has to wait

Forgotten rememberance is save
Lost is all I have gave
I’m digging my own grave.


Drunken Perfection

Acting the nice makes me sick
I’m gonna make it all ends slick
And it’s gonna go – like a lightning – quick

Somethings doomed own to be
Like a blind man I want to see
The mind posseses me
I want to become the same worth as Pi

Like knowing I’ll die when you’re born
Deep in the heart is a wound with a thorn
Sweetest rememberance i on trash thrown

I enter the imaginery wall
Through life I have to crawl
In the night when Angels fall
An I enter the most glorious hall

Nothing seems to happen
My insanety becomes a weapon
And I search for my trap on

In darkest night
When devils flight
I’m longing for my right
Far away fullfillment is in sight

I beat the lovely wave
While I still crave
And try to stand brave


The Beginnig of the End

Deserving this
Something I miss
It’s deads kiss

Time runs out
The seconds I count
My heart like a dragon pound
And crying I fall to the ground.

It’s all a diamonds game
Nothing in it is to shame
Everything equals the same

Loosing things of importance
Building palaces of shortage
I want to walk on the sun’s edge
When the moon talks strange

Impress me with freedom
It was the loosing of all wisdom
She got me fixed on

Walking down the hall
Thiking all around she’s gone
Wishing everything would be done
Makes me ripping out my hearts sun

Time passes me by
And so hard I try


First Touch

A bright color of touch.
Where everyone has to judge.
Come and take it like a sponge.

Isn't beeing harrasted because of yourself enough?
Isn't beening banned done, because you like magic stuff?
Isn't it good by beeing called a pervert, because you like it rough?

Hate spins arround.
As you fall down to the ground.
And the toch makes you loud.

Fancying it for so long.
Even you know it is wrong.
Life is like passion in a song.

No answers about magical life.
No questions about the way we drive.
Everything means to dive.

Killers 'N' Sinners


Killers ‘n‘ Sinners

When you recordnize me
And say nothing
When you recordnize me
And say something
When you got a brother I know
And silent all the thing
Do you think you’ll grow?

You created an evil mind
It’s equil my rockin’ kind
Put on me the electric crown
And I’ll promise to get drown
In the misterious fawn

I want to feel your heart beating
While I’m in yours deeping
The Theatre of tongues is thiefing
Wonderfull games are heating
You make my mind creeping

Lonely depression when you’re alone
Your cats are sleepin’ by your feet
They are your personal feed
Along the endless road
Never let them go
Till death comes with a blow

Life without the lie of mine
Take good care about your child
You know I’m far away on a ride
Dreams are very dangerous at night
Dare you! Now it’s all bright.

Come and try a lonely ride
It’ll free your smokin’ mind
Blood and tears will make a crowd
Little girl, your father’s a hound
It’s only one secret I’ve found
Take it! Take it! Take it!
Won’t you try to read it?

I like what I hide
I’d die for what I found
Come to me and I’ll make you free
Like a bird on wild wine
You’ll shout for one more cry

Isn’t it good to see the edge?
Dosn’t it hurt good to feel the sledge?
Your blood is on the ground; allaround.
Don’t you understand what’s it alll about?
Should I walk to you and whisper your ear
Killer’s ‘n’ Sinner’s , that’s all


Killers 'n' Sinners
      LIES

Perfection of protection
Controling my action
The way I like to fall into passion
A kind of biting reaction
It becomes my seduction
A shadow over myself
A whole under the groud
While playing with hell's hounds
It's able to brake the crowds
Emptyness it calls
Nothing makes it nice
So doing it twice

Calling like my fear
Shouting out for my name
Waiting for me to blame
Bleeding for my frame
Creating my game
That's what I came
Takeing me away
Georgous it shines
Like a bay
It own my mind
Want me to find
I make it fine
So it's deep in mine
Shelters me from cryin'

Drawning my rational mind
It swims it the river
While I long to shiver
Makes me hyper
In the sad time
My eyes bleed tears
It supports my fears
While I'm under my dears
Lonelyness cries to shine
The way you go you stole
Similar to death's thought

Killers 'n' Sinners
      The Devils

They're coming in the night
When you arranged your demons to fight
To other dimensions they let you fly
Watching you inconspicuous
Waiting for beeing lovely vicious
To brake your souls licious

You act the way you go
Hide that your blood can flow
For plasure you hurt yourself slow
the answers are written in the steam
Like something you only see an the screen.

Snow covers the ground
Time is something you can't count
You loose control
The fear makes you shout it out loud
Firewater makes you crawl
That makes shure that you don't fall

You go out in the dark
It drives you to the grind
While oyu loose logic in a park
A flash builts up your mind
And the hells hound start to bark

So cold oyu wake up from your grave
Seductive lust calls you damned name
You've lost everythings faith
It's time to play a little game
Standing up to stand brave
Something makes you craveing for pain.

Rip out her minds and regs
Penetrate her gently in blood
It becomes a ritual instead of sex
Then you feel so wired cut
You want perverted games of wax

In the nights slowly way
He comes down on earth
And orders you hierarchic to pray
You tell him about your birth
That's what you needed to say
You ain't got the nerve

Nothing can stop you
Running with his head
It's something like a clou
You felt him as a dread
You establish your crew

Devils may hide inthe shadows
Take you in the nights sun
Comming from bellows
We want to have some fun
Showing you the death Othello's
For your life you have to run

Killers 'n' Sinners
    Whisper

The wind is blowin’ through downtown
It’s gettin’ dark slowly
Gentle rain falls
The rain is gettin’ harder 'n' harder
The pain flows down our windows

The wind is going faster ‘n faster
He throws trashes through the air
And he’s sending a message
Just special people can hear
It’s a dark and misteryous voice
In form of this scarin’ whisper

The wind is gettin’ faster ‘n faster again
Now he’s throwin’ bigger trashes through the air
And he’s sending his message further
Children cry and some others use to die
The whole street can hear it

The wind is gettin’ faster ‘n faster again
The end of the storm is not sight
The end there’s to see
Is the end of life
The wind throws now lanterns down
He spinns cars of
People screm, shout and cry
Only we can’t die
Come into this world
And try to hear it
Try to hear the whisper of the wind

Do you hear it?
Watch!
He destroys all
All we created
All this society created
Try to hear it!
Watch!
Listen!
Listen to the whisper!
The whisper of the wind
It tells you the things you know
It tells you things that you hear
He blows all he knows into your ear

It’s all over now!
The whisper is over now
It will come back
On another day
He'll try to talk to you
He'll try his way
But so far
that's it for now
Whisper