Through her voice I suffer my mistakes The dreams found In dreaming at bottles bottom To create my own truth And through excusing I realize I am stuck Repeated on loops With DJ's hands And brought back to eternity
Here alone Can I dream Sounds of local trains On the metal bars Of my exsistence Gadunkgadunkgadie Looking through reflecting Windows to the Seemingly innocence Of partners never known A glimpse To lives traveling Fifteen minutes Towards transfer To blue lines
27 years And still feeling That I am dealing with The sacrifical rights Of parental nights Wherein I find Myself Struck by the light Of truth As programmed
Abd suddenly I feel That there is One The ohm Procreator Still the hater Of civilation Experimental failure In the pace of love