1. LET'S SET THE WORLD ON FIRE

Fuck all these thoughtover sentences, unstoped ambition these set my head on fire each and every time spend a whole lifetime without to take any question and precipitate deed any unplained sentence security gives the plastic pleasure trod out path is the most stop try to make me believe this is the best and the most complete your pacification is condemn to death right from the start every unsaid word every undid action every unmanifested thought each and every untasted drop of life is gonna be the finger what pulls the trigger at your own temple and let you simple die the paradise of those who gives the patterns for the most complete life is perforated ruin oozes wildly inside we have a short time to live to kill the restrainer to rise to tear the restricter down to breathe the fresh air in to revalue


2. THERE'S NOTHING UNDER THIS BLACK SUN

I realized first that you are the enemy when you tried to deny that the sun shines to me (so)... you don't want to leave too much for me but I swear I always tried to bite as large as I could (maybe) you just simply open your mouth wider only quantity never quality lack of quality torment me since first I shouted to your ears and spit the pieces of my vocal chords out but you did not hear even one fuckin' word. I tried to explain thousands and deadly times that both of us always agrees one of us superfluous there was nothing I quaked more that I am gonna die on the way like millions before with no blood in vain press all the barrels I know that you feel as cold as me with the fact of "no reason" life deep within your heart no reason to live die fuckin' now (life) is just the syndrome of an almost empty full glass of water an optimist cheat us the pessimist truth it's all the same everything just depends on how fast are we in the race of loss of sincerity and how thick is the skin n our face there's nothing new under this black sun (I resignated) sun rises for the alarm clock there's nothing new under this black sun they thought well how be the next in line how an you consume those who makes what we consume through over lifetime we just give our everything for fuckin' nothing


3. KILLING THE SPECTATORS

I really do not want to wake up under this colourless faded sun again. I want the sun what olours the blood red makes the flesh warm need words what was unsaid before eyes to see not just stare mouth to say not just talk need love what fills from crown to toe need new wings instead th broken old ones need passion instead of the usual need passion of course need a bloody knife as a reminder that contemplation is not life just a slow continuous death...as a neverending bleeding stream don't wish to prove you can reach the sky can tie the rope up around your neck to contredict instead of the satisfaction (at least once) be the sand between the cogwheels wage the war in the side of the snake be seduced by the reckless image smash it break it plung into yourself the fall does not matter just the land