Yellow sundown coloration
I hope the clock slows down
For me to face it forward
For me to wear the golden crown

The tunel blinds the path
The yellow rays remain
Showing me my vague past
Lesser past that might sum
Showing what could be
What should not come

It has overcome me more than I could ever think
Spirit is dead?
I ask my soul
It wouldn't answer as a whole
I've drawn these lines so long ago
I've told you that and you let go
The consequences are ahead
I feel and reckon
I'm all in there
Overcome me, hit my g

The second glass of beer wont seem so bitter anymore
The cigarrettes I’ve rolled became ash all on the floor

Maybe I’ll just go ‘cause I am rotten inside
The way wont really matter, when you undergo alone

Its arms have held me strong and wont let go
It’s you, the angel to

And I belong to the dying
A race whose eyes see fog
And whose path meets only choice
Their story is a monologue

Now you’re there and every view you’ve got is wrong or right in some imaginary world

Though their mouth remains open
They produce no sound
Incapable of

Run against the future
Science wins 'cause it works
Said some

Holy Trinity's curse
Our salvior died for us
Know thyself

And lead us into temptation
(Die Gesetze, nach denen sich die Zustände der physikalischen Systeme ändern, sind unabhängig davon, auf welches von

The gargoyles say hello and invite me up
I climb up the wall as if I was chased by the ghost right behind
From up here on the wall I can watch two faces evenly
I am impressed by the way I can make time constantly paralyze

Tiring days and nights
Up on the wall
Wondering

Before the law
We are all calm, appalled
Conducted by the immature employee
The process streams at a pneumatic speed

Deriving from the mug all of its slavish atmosphere
I, by my side
Decree my guilt, my disgust and my uncertainty

I've read the whole babilonian wor

I just crave 'cause I think I crave
My heartbeat would stop if it knew it
Blurred and diffuse is my pleasure
As long as it goes, its weight cannot be measured
My will is consecrated to the dust
That hollow weight that a gust
Carries without effort or pain
Dust when to