Sparks flash on
Cold stone
Wallhalla take me to the Mountian
Show me why the cars go
Where the rivers flow
Show me the secrets of chocolate
The fear of fat
Heisse Shakolade mit Sahne
The hot jacket of fear
It kills the germs
It makes the toast
Like burnt plastic toys
We are naked
But we are not afraid
The church is still good for sex
The bar is a place to throw darts
The turn begins.
When sleeping is not a short death
It is fuel for magic
We sleep and grow
Sleep is a vaccination for death
Living is the cure for death
I like to
Do it every day
Wipe the bullshit out of your eyes
Make it your occupation
Wash your hands
Open you mouth
Take a deep breath
And say
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhh
(This poem was originally recited on November 5, 2014 at Nikkikultur in Dresden, Germany)
Schwervon! 