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They Always ReturnHeavy roaring, backwards thunder from a blackend skyHeavenly wrath scourges the earth, Just as to hold some kind of balance Lightning bolts strike into charcoal ground Electrifying the grassparts that are left And at night you can see the roots glowing But maybe it‘s only the reflection of the fires In the ruins Once heartwarmed Ruins Long forgotten But they always return Glass jars to catch the acid rain That bleeds the barren earth dry And Vodka bottles that are refilled again and again From a distance the noise sounds of the ghosts That haunt the lonesome landscape White appearances, armed, inhuman... but not deformed! Reaching out with hands Their gaseous noses sniffing Their sleepless eyes starring Seeking And finding Prey Crippled emotions Of crippled memories Modified And hope denied Evolution Hear the old foolish Hear what they say When they play And when they fail The quote is „Home is where your hole is.“ Where your hell is... |