If you could show me something. that would help me change my mind,. I could go on believing. There? s some feeling left inside,. And we could maybe leave it all to love?.
Mein Herz explodiert.. Mein System ist Iritiert.. Frhlingsgefhle sind programmiert.. Das Ein platz fr dein Herz,. ist schon reserviert.. . Ich Trume von dir,.
None of them would have me over. None of them could take me there. None of them's ever sober. I don't care. Just a morning after drama. Just another day before.
written, arranged, composed & produced by Felix J. Gauder & Olaf Roberto Bossi. Submitted: Philipp Widmer aka PeeWee. Das Frulein vom Amt. ist berall bekannt,.
written, arranged, composed & produced by Felix J. Gauder & Olaf Roberto Bossi. Submitted: Philipp Widmer aka PeeWee. Das Frulein vom Amt. ist berall bekannt,.
written, arranged, composed & produced by Felix J. Gauder & Olaf Roberto Bossi. Submitted: Philipp Widmer aka PeeWee. - programmieren. - kontrollieren.
written, arranged, composed & produced by Felix J. Gauder & Olaf Roberto Bossi. Submitted: Philipp Widmer aka PeeWee. 1100101 heisst ich liebe Dich. ich mchte bei Dir sein.
At night I swim the dark depths. so hard so much of it. oceans drown feelings somewhere. time is not a friend. hearts got empty and don't remember. I cannot fly anymore.
I lay down, my breathing slow. Poisonous plant running up and down my body. I breathe in the fumes of wild herbs. All alone in the night. Stars are staring, rain is drumming.
Petrified with icy fear. You're waiting for the only ray,. the sign, the rebirth. And every night you mourn in lament. Let my hungry lips close to your neck.
Tied to a post and with brutality of the period- burned. Fastened upon a hurdle and drawn at the horse's tail. Through mud an mire. Ceremoniously hanged and then quarted.
The time is not my ally. I swing at the edge of the words. I await eternally. the moment I have dreamed of. temptation of elements. neverending is so great.
why do you rise me above the clouds. and I hear the voice of my lust. that I hid away from the light. only desire can be the wind in my dreams. maybe the wind will find a look in nameless mirror.
the storm, that the flames of black art have started. the storm, which has left the symbol of thousand fires. the storm, which gives the thousand minds.
Let it be the longest journey. the longest journey of your existence. let's meet on the border of magic. the border of tangibility and fantasy. where the darkness fascinates.
swimming on black wings of winds. I am flying up in a gravely valley of my dream. I am falling in the tub full of blood. I am dreaming about crying portraits.
Trials tortures executions. Fire gender extermination. . Collective hysterics, crazes. Mass murder and panics. Witch - hunts resulted in trials and tortures and executions.
The scent of dark red death. Summoned from the land beyond the time. You light the lusts on the altar of darkness. Sinister mistress of crime. . I feel like you and this is so elitist.
sitting by the candles. before the mirror of my inspiration. I look at my mirror's picture. so who am I if there stays a mind of an. inexhaustible mistery with me?.