1. SOULSICK

I am only real at places I can not be

My right hand rebels and chops off the left
(The) hairy ape walks into stage
He tries to stay erect

The one who never slept
In order to be perfected
The arrogance of their hands
The joy of the regret

Soulsick- good at things I never did

Soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
Soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

I am only real at places I can not be
Dead liquid vigilant
Implanted into my sleep

The one who never slept
The one who stays erect
The one who is perfect
The one I do reject


Soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
Soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

Soulsick- good at things I never did

I am only real at places I can not be

Soulsick but skindeep
I´m not real, just believed in

Soulsick but skindeep
Not real, just believe it


2. BUTTERFLY FX

When I move
You move with me
I feed off you
You feast on me

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

Where´s this small
Dead hand that creeps me
I am biting it to its very bone
Collapsing with everything new on me
Until it gets so very old

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

There is this third body
Spinning fast
Reducing me
Into a relapse
With its criplled flaps
Slow motion dims
Sweetly parasited
By butterfly wings

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

All that is old is new again
(To be) each other spies
We´re condemned
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect

And what I see
You can not see
I will have to kill you
Before you kill me


3. CAN'T BEE

Can´t bee your lover
Can´t bee that loveless
Can´t bee that healing rope , or anything
Can´t bee without you, the one or the other
Can´t even bee what you are for me
Can´t even bee your final solution
I hope I was your final pollution

Can´t bee your motion
Can´t bee that frozen
Can´t be those limbs you miss, or everything
Can´t bee the apocalypse, one or the other
Can´t live your life for you and for me

Can´t even bee your final pollution
I wish I was the heartbeat of your destruction

Can´t bee like you
Can´t bee that hateful
Can´t bee that cross to bridge, or just that thing
Can´t bee the insect stroke, the distracted love
Don´t dare to bee what you are for me

Can´t even bee your absolution
I pace at the rhythm of your consumption