to give away

Each step on the road I take,

Each step on this line of blood,

A bullet point on the list of suffering

-if only I could understand

Many Names

The Hunt rises, shy at first, she flashes a smile

bright and milky above the star light’s exile

shapes grow solid, fog turns to trees and hills

Isn’t this how the world gets its thrills?

bad blood

One cold night the full moon’s blaze burns

The children tremble and pray, taking turns

The sky bursts its heartbeat into buzz’n thunder

Black turning into whistling metal, going under

My sweet baby, there’s only blood for your baptize

ready for bed, after the noise and havoc slowly dies

Stay in your cellars, a howling beast is out tonight

It’s something beautiful, deadly and cruelly bright

The night shivers with autumn stars

Highways packed with abandoned cars

Dark and deep silence solidifies into absence

shifting days and nights back into balance

Wishful thinking, being covered in leafs and  mud

Meat and saliva, sweet baby, this is bad blood

the frantic bunny dream

I was a huge white hare

with whiskers ´n long ears

trying to act normal

nervously fiddling around

with a leather jacket on

“Anything. Don´t tell them!”

I think I found hell

I think I found heaven

They told me I have nothing,

told me I´m nothing…

“Pray instead.” Take me in,

praying to whatever.

I think I can´t tell them.

I think I can´t tell the difference

aching electrifies my fingertips

bleeding from ears, and nose,

while watching a talkshow

“Don´t tell them, don´t tell anything.”

I think they already know,

they´ve killed two birds with a stone

I found hell, on my TV screen,

on my daily newspaper page

I think I found something;

that there´s nothing left for me

It made perfect sense,

only for a minute, or so…

then they gave me a carrot

and told me to behave.