Behind the door what can you hear ?. _ sorrows. Who do you think they belong. _ to a woman. Why does she stop breathing now?. _she's dying. why can't your hands shake anymore ?.
In this world of death and pain. the memory remains,. the dragon that can't be slain. . I live life like a warrior. taking control of everything and everyone.
As I look up at the sky. I wonder why Momma always cried. Was it for how fast we lived and died. Or because we never got our piece of the pie?. . Busting at the seams, the American Dream.
Looking through these bars and wondering why I'm here. Accused of a crime I did not commit and the police make nothing. clear. Stipped of my rights by the words of another.
A man with a promise smashes down my door. He sees a future with me, he's gonna give me more. Give all your trust, I'm sure you won't regret. Just sign the dotted line, and I'll do so the rest.
You want to break me down. Every fuckin' day of your miserable life. You try to take away everything. Everything from me. . Beaten down by society. Torn apart by humanity.
People try to put us down. 'Cause they think we get around. Things I do look awful c-c-c-cold. I know I'll die before I get old. . This is my generation....
How do we get out from all they put out?. The feelings are let out, and we give our best out. When envy comes put on, all you do is look on. You can't put your shoes on; convenience is pulling you down....
Mystic sky and mystic earth. this is my inner world. world without lies and false. this is my own world....
Darkling escape, uncanny. Velvet haze, silence. Whisper of invisibles. Forgotten message. Sign on the rock. Overgrow with moss. Magic sounds. The trees shaking.
So I travel on this road of emptiness another day. When I hold these dust cloud dreams an instant 'fore they're blown away. Could it be that all this life's for is suffering?.
What I know is I feel dead. Alone and in this world so cold. Emptying the urn of all that's left. Burning the candle at both ends. One less flame awaits the dawn.
(Owens). . My vision is hazy, there's clouds all around. I'm writing these last words for death is abound. Now I'm high in the sky, My last trip I'll take.
[Music by Eckhardt/Tedemann.Bartsch-January 2001]. [Poems by Bartsch-January 2001]. . Krank ist die Posse rein ist nur rein Verrckt ist das Fleisch. um nur Fleischsein zu sein Tief in mir mitten.
[Music by Bartsch-December 2000]. [Poems by Bartsch-November 2000]. . Ein zuweilen geschlachteter Impuls verdirbt in liebkosender. Hydraulik welche in astrale Selektion gerissen verschliener.
Stanniol umhllt meine Verschwendung, schlachtet tief in mich hinab. Fr euch find' ich nie mehr Verwendung. strz' euch von meinem sndigen Pfad. . Die Liebe, nur den Schmerz erkennt, erstanden zum Selbstkostenpreis.
[Music by Tidemann/Eckhart/Bartsch-February 2001]. [Poems by Bartsch/Meyer de Voltaire-February/March 2001]. . Kranke Begierden schampen als Tierwort durch blutigen.
Arms, legs, feet, hands all limbs are gone. Flesh torn, life loss blown to black dust. Torn, earth seeks death, blood is on ground. Feel the grim pain, it is your fault.
Follow the bleeder, undamned you decry. Consummate spirits never allow the lie. Open your heart towards that your mind feels. Death is to conquer all that is surreal.