1. DECOMPOSITION

Mind confined to zograscope
Overwhelmed by the sublime
Blank surface that offers deepness
I find freedom there and hope

Mirror truth,
You are the wall
Where I engrave my life
You will reveal who I am
In your transparency

Loose threads of my identity
Appear like pieces of one puzzle
I welcome decidedness
Lulling unambiguity

Mirror vast,
You are the wall
Where I engrave my life
One can view me in a new light
In your translucency

Just user on an interface?
Where am I, what lies beyond?
Fine-grained mist and no dispersal
Can't see the bottom through the haze

Mirror emptyness,
You are the wall
Where I engrave my life
You let me cover who I am
In your opacity

Just player on an interface?
Who am I, who rules beyond?
Fine-grained mist and no dispersal
Can't find my core in this haze

Mirror aberration,
You're the wall
Where I engrave my life
You cast a shadow on me
In your viciousness


2. MAN IN THE SUN

Your heart's a stopwatch
Beating you down
Forcing your way
To the peace you have sown

Like flies on a windowpane
You cling to life
Urged by your need
To fly away

Your sun seems to be so far away
A dead mans dream, so far from reality
It's your heritage, will be your legacy
True to your path, true to captivity

The strength you dissemble
The frailty you despise
Your hands tremble
With fear

Your sun seems to be so far away
A dead mans dream, so far from reality
It's your heritage, will be your legacy
True to your path, true to captivity


3. SWEET EVENING

Sorrow is working down your throat
Dangeling from a crusted spoon
No need to wash the oddments
You'll have to use it just too soon
Again

Again
You have to swallow rotten guts
Fermented thoughts that are not yours
Why are you always others' dump?
Seems like just blowflies are faithful
To you

Enjoy yourself
Mirrors are blind
Let sorrow sing
Sweet evening

To you
Their wounds are worth it – not your own
(You) don't have the heart to give it up
Just opaque illustrations grace the shell
Thinning, bleeding, leaving (hold of)
Control

Enjoy yourself
Mirrors are blind
Let sorrow sing
Sweet evening

Control
Your life, you lose your thread
Catch hold of theirs, straighten it out
Oen their eyes so you can see
Show them a way, be left behind


4. DISTRESS

Conformity that we create
Diversity we suffocate
Ignorance forms our lifes
At the edge of the deep we lie

Infested Singularity
Drifts us away
To the edge of reality
On wicked trails we stay

Unsuitability switched to perfection
Belief in resurrection is our injection
Brutal oppression to please our needs
Feigned words to adjust our deeds

Painting the world in shades of gray
We swage all life in shapes
Acting the antagonist in our play
We gloat to part the drapes

What are we waiting for?
No phrases left to say
What are we longing for?
Demise waits anyway

Infested Singularity
Drifts us away
To the edge of reality
On wicked trails we stay

Distress
We are gods
Distress
We are gods
Distress
We are gods
Distress
We forgot


5. OPACITY

A wink in the mirror
Transforming shapes
Addiction to affiliate
Gateways to conformity
Blandness unseen

At the egde of clarity
Of adopted amity
I rise

It's the day of remembrance
All the masks are torn
I reveal myself
And release my soul

Looking glass disintagrates
Empty promises unveil
Shards of glass cut so deep
Into confidence

At the egde of debility
Of blatant insecurity
I collapse

It's the day of remembrance
All the masks are torn
I reveal myself
And release my soul

Transparency
Turns opaque
Coating diffuses
Caught in a shell
Forsaken again

It's the day of remembrance
All the masks are torn
I reveal myself
And release my soul


6. DRAW

Draw my picture
Draw it away from me
To portray someone
Become a fictional me
I draw with light
I draw with need
To extend my identity
To draw breath

Can I multiply my soul?
Can I be everyone
Who waits in me
To gain control?
Can I act out the perfect me?
Can I scrape out the self
The mirror cannot see?

Draw some interest
Draw someone
To be the confirmation
For the additional me

But while I draw my lines
And pull them as strings
I become the mirror
For myself
I am reflected
I am thrown back
Reduced to the options
To draw back or
To draw blood


7. DUNES OF ASHES

I walk along
The shores of isolation
My trail seems to end in circles
And yet
I'm close enough to touch horizon
The ocean swallows my choice

I stare
My eyes grip shades of grey in time
I fear
The dunes of ashes will arise
Even when my time
To stay has come

I don't dare to touch the fields of truth
Which once must have been something real
I hear the cold waves come closer
Water
Intercepts my way of escape

I wait
Refusing to stay seems meaningless
I sway
Can't reshape the exit signs
My time to stay
Has come today

I stare
My eyes grip shades of grey in time
I fear
The dunes of ashes will arise
And I'll accept
My fate is here


8. NO NEED TO SLEEP

What is left between the lines?
What are your thoughts?
Do you know mine?
Do you care about losing time?
Tomorrow’s near

There is no need to sleep
There is no need to breath
Desire fed with pictures
Heart keeps searching for evidence
Choking on time

What’s to dream between the lines?
Imagination faced with time
Do you care about what’s behind
This mask of signs?

There is no need to sleep
There is no need to breath
Desire fed with pictures
Heart keeps searching for guarantee
Choking on time

Lulled to sleep by your regular breath
Purring of an ventilation
Half awake by flickering cold light
When your purblind signs appear

There is no need to sleep
There is no need to breath
Desire fed with pictures
Heart keeps searching for happiness
Choking on time