I don't want to forget...
...to regret
...to remember all the time
...everything
...all these years

Hear my voice
It's telling stories
Telling just the thruth
About the innocent Elias
Lying next to you
Innocent Elias
Blood red messiahs
Never coming home
Greetings from me
Following the wind

Sollte die Vermutung nicht gerechtfertigt sein, daß sie an sich überhaupt gar keine Tugenden bedeuten, sondern nur von denjenigen Instanzen dazu gestempelt wurden, die von dieser Auffassung den auffälligsten Vorteil haben: vom Staat und von der Kirche?
Arthur Schnitzler, Aphorismen und Betrachtungen

Come take my hand I will show you the flame
Burning secrets, burning wishes... your name

Don't be insecure, don`t be afraid... I'll hold you tight
Oh, virgin weakness, infinite sweetness... that's you
So let's dance all alone

I want to kiss you, want to feel you deep
Your silky skin, a tender touch,
A sigh that promises so much
I want to kiss you, want to feel you deep
And so we dance

Nothing ever spoils my joy of loving you,
Of looking in your eyes... I couldn't be that blind
That I won't crave for you
And we still dance all alone

I want to kiss you, want to feel you, want to drown in your desire
Your silky skin a tender touch
A sigh that promises so much
I want to kiss you, want to feel you so deep...

Sometimes I feel low and trust
Turn to anger and disgust
Crawling darkness in between
No light in reach... No silver sheen

Sometimes I feel so ashamed
To be mercilessly framed
Idle hands and eyes that stare
But no escape that I would dare

... love and trust...

Pain increasing every day
No thruth left I won`t betray
One day our way leads to an end
Why do I cry... I understand

That it's too late for me to go
I should have left you years ago
Beyond this point of no return
Hatred's flame will ever burn

... every day...

Misery - talk to me
Youth and greed - walk with me

Now she's 33 but there isn't anything
That really changed in her life
Not a moment not a while
She is married, bore a child
Growing old, growing older all the time
And she cries

A whining sound slips from her mouth
Trapped in here and no way out

Wait a while - wait a while
Mommy's pills will bring you to the other

Wait a while - wait a while
Daddy's razor-blades will make you fell so fine

Mit zittrigen Händen durchstöberst du deine blassen Erinnerungen. Deine Welt ist klein, alter Mann !"
aus "Don't sorrow", Wolfsheim '88

Strange ideas you have been thaught
And false prophets got you caught
No way out... this cage is made of thoughts
Get more and more

Work your finger to the bone
For all these useless things you own
Happiness can not be bought
But you want more and more

You can't control your hunger
Deep down within
You can't solve the mistery
Of right and sin
No apperent difference
Will make it clear
Not the slightest trace of hope
Relieves your fear

Envy and prosperity
Wrapped in concrete
Draw the bitter consequence
Entire defeat
Trapped in neon wilderness
Oh, wasted land
Fat and ugly humanoids
Can't find no vent

A mean and ugly, calm but painful
Feeling you can't understand
A taste of freedom, insufficient
But it's all that's left to be... mirror, mirror on the wall

Don't be frightened, don't be anxious
A new attempt and you fall further down
Come on defy indifference
And the sun will shine for you again... mirror, mirror on the wall

Eternity is not what I am longing for
I will walk my way... aimlessly