the ace of swords has arrived on my screen so did the aces of of coins, cups and wands creation killed the torturing pain great expectations are the most of my gain and no thoughts of doubt or misery controlling my brain let's hope this will be everlasting sane years of hesitation are behind, they seem so unreal years of hesitation, like a weird dream too may informations on my mind pushing the vicious wheel the vicious wheel of tradegy my life is ruled by the ungrateful depth the depth distracting me from letting it flow common instincts are ahead of my mind but tonight i am breaking the vow and pure joy of simple pleasures drag me into the nights distraction's leaving as it must let me go years of contemplation are behind, they seem so unreal years of contemplation, like a weird dream too many informations on my mind pushing the vicious wheel the vicious wheel of tradegy nothing to win against a mind set on ice as you get dazed and unable to move if they got power better stay in disguise sustain devotion and a bright-burning ruth and you'll survive and you get glorious, extraordinary wise a mind on ice which melts will only find lies years of bad subjection are behind, the seem so unreal years of bad subjection, like a weird dream a lack of education on their minds pushing the vicious wheel dumb ignorance enraging me by all the years passing by... the waiting is done the spell is broken confusion is gone the signs of time become... auspiciously the long-lost spirit of grace the one i always yearned the haze passing away now it returns the time for it has come... to rise by all the time passing by... the waiting is done the chains are broken stagnation's gone the time for us has come... to realize ourselves most common people are a riddle for me their goals in life are way ahead of the mine their satisfaction's reached when slightly amused while i don't get the way of life of this time but i found some velvet spirits and i know i'll be fine there will be pleasure, love, fire and wine long disintegration is behind it seems so unreal long disintegration, like a weird dream unintended socialisation, so unkind pushing the vicious wheel and i hope i'll never have to do a 40-hours week of work NEVERMOOOOOOOORE

i miss the painless hours the hours with an eased mind the loose low-brain-high-time-nights awful behaviour but feeling so bright cornerstone for the mighty excess getting set while getting dressed getting high remains no success the cornerstone for the total regress on the way getting to high-time-express anticipation, feeling tight the artificial bliss is stored really safe checking the pockets constantly anyway a high-time-sound blasts while we swallow the tuck and hour passes, then we're getting it up feeling love it seems like never been held holding warmth it seems like never been held it's been a while since i last have had a high-time-night of this kind can't forget the paranoia you get when waking up with awful rush of regret but the sober way of life i now live it leaves me unsatisfied they say that cleanliness it must be the key but it offers not enough for someone like me

some people might and some people might not know the pones whose breathing's enough for a breath-taking show the ones whose presence's the start of excitement around the ones touching sky but still be down to the ground people freaking out if they might have seen the ones well known in a lot of scenes who are the ones whose limit's only the sky? who are the ones not afraid to love or die? we are the ones taking all the medicine messing with us never was the smartest thing in every bus you will find us in the back we won't sign any obligating contracts

when we first met as flashing lights were glowing noone could have guessed where this would all be going to end one point in time between two trips and one big line now it's not yours nor is it's mine to judge the unpredictalble ways of life dressed in satin at least that's how i felt serotonine rushing all about to melt the last brick apathys ice the total loss of all disguise merging with truth and all the lies not keeping lid on my bright mind the second kind the mind-extenders healing the blind but will the cured surrender when they face their own piece of hell? will they beg for return of the shell? burden too big or getting along well? oh i only know i was the one who fell and endless falling infinite suffer finally recalling finally recovering i can't be- lieve what i went through couldn't discern if false or true i can't define the where or when but now i find myself quite clear again

i remember a time when everything was allright everything seemed to be mine and awesome sound, without a doubt filled everything around and when a taste of the pain seemed to make it all change, my friends and i we made a range we ranged into haze, into our private space not knowing that this would be a maze hours of school were skipped instead we all tripped down by the riverside with a bottle of wine enchanting the rays that sun gave us these days made us feel great but also blinded our gaze and i say times are gone... nothing lasts forever have i won... or am i only dressed in leather? where will i go? maybe... i will stay forever am i wrong or am i holy treasure? getting from a to b always was rough i always had to take the bus a grumpy driver, so rude always in a bad mood jealous of me feeling good was about to meet after hours of sleep in my pockets a lousy amount of weed my family of choice in our rehearsla room, the guitar always out of tune THE COLLISION OF FIRE WATER EARTH AND AIR! dahinter: we made a strange noise and it made us feel great *weiß ich gerade auch net mehr* childishly we took aim on the big fields but only some old men liked our tune and i say s.o.

a lot of things have bee surprising me things which i thought they were self-evident well i know i was wrong the most high intelligent people i know are also those struggeling the most i guess it's not enough to be understanding they don't get along in the world all in all i thoght everything was a little more promissing i am not politically educated and my words are maybe not those who shall be taken serious but they watered our castles built on sand a lot of water splashed into sand and they took the last money that we got and they said being genious is not enough and they made counter-culture a fashion-brand and they watered our castles built on sand all those people made me sick and angry so i thought about what moderate reactions there should be moderate reaction to the misery that they all caused we should set a fire and burn down their houses moderate reaction to the misery that they all caused we should get ourself some rifles and blow down their heads moderate reaction to the misery that they all caused we should build ourself an army and start a war most moderate reaction to the misery that they all caused we should gather all of our instruments and make some noise