does life have meaning is it my eyes that open in the morning or my lids that close them shut at night being allowed to live in itself a privilege the blind, the deaf, the mute do they experience more or less? should we see, hear, talk? would you like to see cruel things listen to awful noises and talk on top of it all? If I had never seen it, would I have experienced it? I heard you say It made me feel I see you play It makes me feel Kind of angry Very agitated Definitely up

In der Zukunft zu leben, ohne sich im Moment zu verlieren oder zurückzuschauen, den Tunnel zu verlassen und sich ins Weite zu trauen. Die Stille im Auge des Sturms zu genießen, soll das Umfeld herumschleudern und fliegen, solange ich mit dabei und zusehen darf. Wann hat man etwas erlebt, außer es nimmt ein Teil von dir, ein Geschenk oder eine Last? Vergeht die Zeit wenn man sie aufnimmt, schwindet die Kraft wenn man sie ausübt, verliert man wenn man probiert? Sehe ich richti

Whenever I don’t write something meaningful – the time I spend sitting in front of an empty page - I tend to think about my past and future. The bright day awaits me after a dark night. A step into the next is another weighted by the previous. In sight for a second that will be forgotten – I pinch my soul time and time again: What truth was I sure to hold on to, except the one I chose myself?

you dream, day in and out until you start asking yourself what the fuck you are doing. hello, hello, sings the tiny bird on my balcony. another day that you waste on what you are not!, it laughs at my agony, may i forget and see what is being pushed into me, my face right into yours. i switch it on but it falls black again. dive through a cloud and have thunder strike me to feel my head instead. we fight with fists and red our knuckles as we bleed out on the floor. through an

Jetzt aber Schluss, pause! Ach so, ich hab ja auch ein Mitspracherecht. Schafft ja jeder, sein Leben auf der Hand herumtanzen zu lassen. Vergötter mich! Lass Dir Zeit, mir geht’s auch ohne Dir gut. Mit deiner Mühe kriechst du eher dem Leben an, als darin anzukommen. Ich halt den Klugscheisser nicht mehr aus, bitte, Hilfe! Ich bin wütend. Ist es nicht Traurigkeit? Oder doch eher Liebe und ein Instinkt, zu reagieren? Tut mir leid, wenn ich halt lieber einen Abend über Radio pla

Since the day I have met you I wonder When was it you began meaning so much to me. For my shortcomings, I hope I won’t blame you, Understand that it‘s my flaws and mistakes, But I want to try and have you ponder, Tee you off and have it be the feather in my cap. Amuse your mornings being the clown I am, TO BE CONTINUED

If I reincarnate, let me be a crow. I want to know what it feels like to fly around and still be able to sustain friendships to others; to nimbly pick your food but graciously bide my time until the very moment your heart parlously skips a beat not knowing whether you injured me or not. To glide and gently land onto a stranger’s fence as an opportunity to have my majestic form present itself in front of the stranger, but have the false sense of time thwarted by my abrupt d

Intro Lemme‘ show em‘ ( METRO DROP SOME MORE DIGGAH ) Verse 1 A ring on my baddie ( gorgeus ) How ‘bout I be only her daddy ( the whole day ) Go out and get those flowers ( for roses I pay ) Pull out a ring and marry her ( u know that she slays ) The shit gett’n mackabree ( u meant macabre? ) Treatin‘ her like a real men, petrinent ( pertinent? That’s hard ) Pushin‘ to the end of the mattrec ( mattress, close but fire! ) Spoonin‘ her big time small spawn style ( small spo

I fly, my self is waking up inside me, I get surprised by my highs and, lows don‘t frighten me more than you, get to experience me on your side. To, love and care for you until I die in a, world I scare to leave behind for new, better, and unknown things in your sky, is what I see when I look into your eyes. Baby, please stay by my side. You, mind my self more than I, accept, all there is inside of my, heart, no matter what emptiness, it takes in my darkest hours and, days