p/i-o e

Through the smoke I see the trees No one left for us to please (A perfect world where no one dies, Go to heaven with your lies:1.8)

Dawn cracks the dark And it breaks the silence Of my waking hours And my heartbeat's license. For I hate the trees And I hate the flowers And I hate the buildings And the way they tower over me.

(Tantric march into the sea Being hunted to extinction: 1.9) This human bond of frail mortality (A tarnished ground of true conviction A teardrop falls behind closed walls: 1.1) There's so much more of life to see The closing of the door The mind and so much more A broken moment to believe

Wasted and confused I walk around with a shortened fuse A fire burns inside my head Is this living or am I dead?

teufelskreis, by analog dot matrix

In my dreams I see the end A perfect circle never bends (As time and hope erode our fears: 0.8) I close my eyes for one last tear