When the disappearing begins. The ghosts we kept within. Can break free from inside. And untie our blindfold eyes. . To repel ghosts. To repel ghosts.
Do not listen to a word I say. Just listen to what I can keep silent. The only way to gain approval. Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me.
Detoxification. Purification. The ravaged corner. Cold and embittered. . Run away - run away - as fast as you can. From anything that needs discipline.
Hello, it's us again. We're still so in love with you. And yes, we mean it too. Yes, we're so in love with you. . Hello, it's us again. You thought you were our friends.
The court has come. The court of the Nations. And into the courtroom will come. The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise.
There are no sunsets just silence. You could see that she was true and faithless. But see through the future and forget all the lies. Black out the words for the blind have eyes.
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head. A collage constructed and constantly fed. Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain. Look through the window, pissing down with rain.