Cry Wolf

needs dying all
hard night
feel you tight
crop the wire
cold child
crop the ire
dying oh
grow up at night
feel you tight
as near as I
cold child

we dry soil, heartmill
feel you and I high
we die forever



Thanatos

glaucoma on our eye
plague to weather
until they run dry

ages of delirium
curse of my oblivion

I swell without a scar
to end the time
a shell without a star
at the end of time

watch the bend of my wandering
of hunting with the lightning gun
tremor on my heaven son
tares above my kingdom come

torn open tomb
I fell in your
cold fission bomb
I fell in your war

ages of delirium
curse of my oblivion

tremor on my heaven son
tares above my kingdom come



Extinguish Me

I search in snow, in vain
for your footsteps trail
I have to kiss them
with my scalding tears
until I see the ground

bury me under ice
smother me under the ice
and snow

please, extinguish me



Cynthia

I'm waiting for this test to end
for this test to end
Hi, I'm loosing myself in you, high
I'm loosing

bayou rolling insane
I've dived in it
in wide
, in you
you say all
heartmill
you will



Fall Foliage

You made me smile with my heart
You made me beg for admission cards
You will never stay, in my home, on my way
forlorn from today

We have nothing more to share
only air, that old breath
All I pare off to a road
as my goad into my grave

One sear scratch is lying in the door
falling on the floor
All fleet snatch is laying waste my gore
It will drop down on the floor

You will never stay in my home, on my way
forlorn from today
We'll never find us again




Spiracle

When I was a child I toyed with dirt an I fought
as a child, I killed the slugs I bored with a bough
in their spiracle
when I was a child, pears pushed me hard
in my head,
in my neck, in my chest, in my waist, in my butt
I still beg, please help me

when I was a child I threw with dung as I fought
as a child, I fucked all thugs and I bored with a bough
in their spiracle
when I was a child, foes pushed me hard
in my
in my neck, in my chest, in my waist, in my butt
I still beg, please help me

when I was a child I rend my tongue distraught
as a child, I killed my thoughts and bored with a bough
in my spiracle
when I was a child,
fears pushed me hard in my head,
in my neck, in my chest, in my waist
I never loved
I still beg, please help me

when I was a child
I bred a whore in my heart
A stillborn child
I gasp for -
The devil into my spiracle


I was a child, I was a child
I was a child, I was a child
I am a child



Mr. Gaunt PT 1000

I fell in love with you
but I know that's just a sky
I don't know where I go



Marche Funèbre

Grow tall skin, fold on
They said: Rank the wall
I say: Bad weeds grow tall
Hold on skin
They sai: Rank the wall
I say: Bad weeds grow tall
High I walk through a firewall
Bad weeds grow tall
Fall, fall
Bad weeds grow tall
Hold on skin, fold on
They said: Rank the wall
Bad weeds grow tall



The Sun

I see the sun
She dawns
She burns
She grows
She feeds
She spews
She dies
above us
and builds the shadows
which faces myself
She drives me
into the black hole

The doors open there
The skin opens there



Brother of Sleep

I dreamed of you
every day
and every night



Interview feat. Heartmill

Hart, immer, immer wieder, alles, ganz
die Welt, alles, das ist Blut und das auch
Vom Herzen raus? Ich weiß es nicht

Den tauben Schlauch nach innen
ganz ganz hinein, in die Mutter

Das bisschen Haut, sie fährt über alles
ganz egal, sie schmiegt sich, sie bohrt sich
in jedes Loch, sie überlebt alles

Den Todeskuchen backen; das Mehl ist aus
Ich spucke aus. Vom Herzen raus?
Dreck. Als Kind habe ich immer mit ihm gespielt
und gedacht es sind kleine Pferde
zerstampft habe ich sie dann haben sie gequietscht
und hast du das gehört? Ich hab verloren
Denn immer wenn ich sing sagen alle es wäre schlimm
Niemand mag es wie ich sing

Explosion dreht man um sich selbst
Hass ich, Ich hasse es auch
Ich bin so müde, wir könnten schlafen gehen
Und was im Herzen? Seifenscheisse
Scheisse, in die Welt geschissen
Dreck
Sie bleibt stecken, tot



Vater

Haltet alle Uhren an
hindert den Hund daran
das Rad anzubellen
 
Wo immer ich aufschlage find’ ich dich
Du fällst im Schatten der Tage
als Stille und Stich
Ich trink’ auf dich dutzende Flaschen Wein
und will doch viel lieber eine Made sein
 
Der Sarg fällt zusammen
die Blumen fallen in die Wangen
Zuerst weiß, dann blau, dann grau, dann grün
dann Schaum, dann braun und Laub und Staub
 
Bitte schlag dich aus meinem Kopf, meinem Haus
wie sonst halte ich den Graus aus?
Mit welchem Herz, mit welchem Körper
aus?
 
Aus
 
Wo immer ich aufschlage find’ ich dich
Du fällst im Schatten der Tage
als Stille und Stich
Ich wart’ auf dich, wann kommst du wieder heim?
Ich wollt’ noch nie lieber eine Made sein
Eine Made sein
Eine Made sein
Eine Made sein
Eine Mama
 
Lass mich rein, rein, beinhart wie du sein
lass mich in dein Aug’ hinein
Ich will es seh’n, die Prüfung besteh’n
ohne Pein, ohne Pein
lass mich rein, du Stein
Mir hilft kein Warten und kein Wein
kein Schreien
 
Um alles in der Welt, das dich am Leben hält
zerschlag’ ich auch mein Himmelszelt
auf dass es unter dir zusammenfällt
und du dich neigst
und du dich endlich wieder zeigst



Deathmental

Cede to wash the knife
and thy lust wants 
my hash life
Hell won’t tolerate hymns
 
You once seemed to love
the tumbling of infarction
the oddments of destruction
the effort to stay:
a blackmail
decay
 
Life lays in your heart like in a coffin
Stop faking suffering like a child
Bonds of silk and vows of lead weight
in rotten milk - this was your feast plate
 
Now all your veins burst
all fears and wrongs
Hell won’t tolerate hymns
 
You once seemed to love
the tumbling of infarction
the oddments of destruction
the effort to stay:
a blackmail
decay
 
Life lays in your heart like in a coffin
Stop faking suffering like a child
Bonds of silk and vows of lead weight
in rotten milk - this was your feast plate



Cradlesong

I thud on a drum
barely a span long
the rough barrel-beat
was my cradlesong
 
You ask why I keep still
why I don’t pour it out into the night
You know
You know if it rises and floats
It effaces every piece of light
 
Foreign what my lips say
Foreign my hair, my dress
Foreign what your eyes ask
about this strangeness
 
You ask why I keep still
why I don’t pour it out into the night
You know
You know if it rises and float
It effaces every piece of light
 
When scream masses on wound
I want to meet you
When the great testimony
from your branches trickles down
 
Here my soul grows
‘til it smashes
above the scene, the balcony



Lost

Sitting, staring,
watching all you leave
behind this
There is nothing
which has so much more to give
I lost
I lost you
 
You’re putting down the memories
as if a nothing
has something more to give
I lost
I lost you
 
Who beats the clock for us?
Who was pretending us?
Don’t scoff at us
 
Still sitting, staring, watching
how love had to live
and no more things to give
 
I lost
I really lost you



Boat Turns Toward The Port

Forward tales to tide
The boat turns toward the port
With fire and mud stained sky
Bright aft time
Bright aft time
My whole burden is laid down
Stay here
Stay here
Stay



Big Hand Nails Down

Vacuum of god
 
Gobbets of me
wrapped in tissue through the side blow
that had somehow slipped from you
 
Vacuum of god
and there you go
 
I nursed you like a crown
hanging upside down
half of a bit, - drown
My life weeping to your feet
on gallows of love
 
Tear a kiss
into a lie of bliss
 
Shouts with a voice you can't hear
for what you can't bear
from world's void juice
emptied by words
 
Vacuum of god
and there you go
 
From world's void juice
emptied by words



Wonder

Why we can't be
or see who cuts us asunder
like a boor felling a tree
you're the thunder
going under
over me

Don't forget to pray
to keep it away
away from every day
where you wonder
why we can't be ...



Jail

Trapped to fall into
the self house, alone
A jail immured by a wall
in which no single sound feels home
and the voice rather flees
and the heartbeat leaks
and the lighted mouth
rather chokes
than speaks