12 Uhr Mittags und ich komme heim'.
Mitte Oktober und die Sonne scheint.
Sie lacht... Über mich. Ich verstehs.
19 Grad, mir ist trotzdem kalt, innerlich.
This is your personal war.
Against your own inner demons.
The great fear in your heart.
Your own prison, to which you unbeknownst to yourself got the key.
I can stand by your side.
I can lend you my hand.
I can be there and support you.
But I can't fight your war for you.
Just an alien amongst humans longing for a connection.
A connection back to my homeworld, where we get each others way of communication.
That bright shining star far, far away, somewhere in the seemingly endless void.
Drip..
Drip....
Drip...
The sound of the water crashing onto the porcelain pierces my ears.
But it's not that kind of piercing, not the 'gotta stand up and fix this'-type.
And even if I would like to stand up to fix it, I couldn't. I'm frozen, falling into the abyss, in a timeless place without any meaning. Everything's so meaningless.
And I'm just like these droplets, falling.
Falling deeper..
deeper....
And deeper...
Stimmen, die zu dir sprechen
Stimmen, die über dich sprechen
Doch wer spricht mit dir
und wer hört dein Schweigen?
Wer liest deine Sätze,
und wer zwischen den Zeilen?
Künstliche Lichtstrahlen
- Zittern in beleuchteter Dunkelheit
Longing for a touch
But fearing the sensation
It tears me apart
stehst du,
leuchtend, scheinend,
gebettet in weißer Watte,
friedvoll, stetig,
wachend und wandernd.
Every word I say
Everything I do
Everything I see
Every taken move
Constantly reminds me
I am this misery's root