1. TURNING POSSIBLY INTO NEVER

Curvy paranoia in the wind
Lustfully bold, comfortless
We all are in a whirl of moments
When picture enough can be dreadful
Before the utter confess
After all we are in these moments

Tell me how do you cope?
With your purpose hanging by thread of a rope
With your lifeline drawing the line
Deep in someone else’s hand

Thoughts miles deep in my being
Feelings constantly lost and found
Are they what I‘m at core made of?
I wanna drink near tenderer shore
So at this hour, in this minute
Are they what I’m at core made of?

Tell me how do you cope?
With your purpose hanging by thread of a rope
With your lifeline drawing the line
Deep in someone else’s hand

Tell me how do you cope?
With your purpose hanging by thread of a rope
And with the knowledge
That possibly may turn into never

I seem a coward before my very self
I seem sole hearing amongst terminally deaf
A woman – proud and omnipresent, masking herself

I have heard that us like this
We are free of their will
I have heard that us like this we are
Turning possibly into never

Free we are
Free we are not

So tell me!
Tell me how do you cope?
With your purpose hanging by thread of a rope
With your lifeline drawing the line
Deep in someone else’s hand

Tell me how do you cope?
With your purpose hanging by thread of a rope
And with the knowledge
That possibly may turn into never

Living in the never

Into never

Living in the never