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Er ist die in-wort-fassung einer Tanzsynchro, die mir meine Seele entgegenschreit
wenn ich das Lied Saeed von den Infected Mushrooms höre
Infertile Soil

It creeps
it weeps
it slowly searches
its way
to the surface of
your awareness and
it takes control over
what you do,
what you say

smiling, dancing red it
steams from
your heart it
pours out in
dark nights it
rips you
apart

And the only
rhytm your
heart it
beats well
does it?
Or is this
the underworlds
welcoming drum
that leads
the way?

Can you dance to
the apocalypse its
sound to
what is the very last
standing ground

Count the seconds count
the day until
you will be whole again whole
whole whole
just like
what you live like you
little fool

Close your eyes and fall
apart in this bitter
sweet art in this
picture you drew
as an attempt to
wake at least
once
without
being pleased by
the horror

Scream and wake up
from the eternity
you only
dream it and
you slowly
die
Cry and
never go back to
sleep
better stay awake and
sing words
a
pure lie

Help me getting
back on my feet while
my eyes are closed for
I feel what to do but
cannot do it, the very last
step to
drop what weights me
unfinished
soul
poor light
forlone