Originally performed by Desireless. Au-dessus des vieux volcans. glissent tes ailes sous le tapis du vent. voyage, voyage, eternellement. de nuages en marecages.
Action this day. Ordnance at full release. Frontiers crossed and violated. Remote the chance for peace. Acts of valour. Fortify advocate. Engage a strange alliance.
I've been the victim. I've seen them fall. I've seen the puppets and the suckers and the whores. You were the actor I didn't know. You were the phony feature in this picture show.
I came to see the end. but it already began. a lifetime of consequence unleashed in a moment. I rolled up on the end. with my dick in my hand. where had the time gone and who are my friends.
Open the wound. And peel back the skin. Stench of rotten cunt meat. Put your cock in. . The hole is rotten. Your meat is getting sore. Along with the dead slut.
Cruelty has a human heart. Jealousy a human face. Terror the human form divine. Secrecy the human dress. . I won't rest, I just can't. Unless you caress.
Think of a horrific future forced to survive sheltered underground.. These are imagined sounds of the world above..
(M. Biedermann). . Voices ringing burns my ears. I see faces in the mirror. Defying gravity in my sleep. As I fly from dream to dream. And I dream....
(M. Biedermann / M. Miner / G. Gilson). . Eye for eye. Tooth for tooth. You'll get yours. Before it's through. . Living war. Up to your knees in blood.
VESSEL. I'm a vessel in the valley getting riddled with the tally.. I'm the middle of a season getting riddled with the reasons. STOP. WAIT. UNHAND ME..
Life, a losing battle. Existence I abhor. Lives, condemned by sins. of those who lived before. Distraught, depressed. World of confusion. Victory of death.
Daddy's little girl's got a blood fetish.. Mommie's little girl's got a blood fetish.. Sweet little girl's got a blood fetish and she's trying to suck on me..
Daddy's little girl's got a blood fetish.. Mommie's little girl's got a blood fetish.. Sweet little girl's got a blood fetish and she's trying to suck on me..
Ich kann es nicht mehr messen.. Es trgt sich das, das was schwimmt.. Bist Du denn nicht beide?. Bist Du nicht alleine?. Bist Du nicht mein Verlangen?.
(Rearrangement by Matton/Bartsch/Steinhoff/Landfermann December 1995). (Poems by Bartsch October 1992). Verlangen ist mein Wort. Endgltig meine Gebrde.
(Rearrangement by Matton/Bartsch/Steinhoff/Landfermann December 1995). (Poems by Bartsch October 1992). Verlangen ist mein Wort. Endgltig meine Gebrde.
Verlangen ist mein Wort. Endgultig meine Geberde. Verhermt is mein Blick. Gleichgultig meine Andacht. . Dennoch erhebt sich Sehnsucht. aus tiefen, dunklem Abgrund.
Verlangen ist mein Wort. Endgltig meine Gebrde. Verhrmt is mein Blick. Gleichgltig meine Andacht. . Dennoch erhebt sich Sehnsucht. aus tiefen, dunklem Abgrund.
Durch die hehre Finsternis. des zukunftig Vergangenen. sehnt das Raunen sich nach Licht. nach einem Weg heraus. zwischen zweierlei Welten. . Verstummt ist die gleichgultig' Andacht.