Gaia
[video edit]
A new serum eradicates the illness. An
old man rises from his wheelchair .When
suffering unknown attacks the painless
and common animals are becoming rare.
As water spins in circles twice, spiders,
snakes and the little mice get twisted
around and tumble down. When nature
calls we all shall drown. If the earth is
dying of a growing thirst rain shall fall
on dried out soil. And every kind of bud
shall burst a sough of relief to insects -
turmoil. As water spins in circles twice,
spiders, snakes and the little mice get
twisted around and tumble down. When
nature calls we all shall drown.
The Ar
[radio cut]
Within the heart of every man
this symbol is its deep, a truly
all descending power but
unfortunately still asleep. You
may put your hands before
your eyes but its gleam is
neverending. How much you
turn it inside out it conceals
just understanding. "The five
pointed grey star carven, the
sign of the Aryan race, the five
pointed grey star carven on
the forehead of an evil face"
When You're In
Whatever That Hurts
[video edit]
Decoction of Jimsonweed slimy trailing
plants distil. Claustrophobia and blood
mixed seed cursed downstairs against my
will. Cobweb sticks to molten years,
cockroaches served with cream. I wipe the
silver bullet tears and with every tear a
dream... Honey tea, psilocybe larvae.
Honeymoon, silver spoon, psilocybe tea.
Energy trickles with the tide. Masterminds
and the suicide squad drink acid water by
my side, stake the saviour of their daily
fraud. Overfilled toothpaste tubes,
sleepless and timeless faces. Drippety drop
on sugarcube, the one eyed's eye twinkles
and gazes... Honey tea, psilocybe larvae.
Honeymoon, silver spoon, psilocybe tea.
The Ar
[Ind. Mix]
Visionaire
[Remixed Longform Version]
With a solar knife I split the sky and
walk right in between to search the
answers to every "Why?", where I
have seen the unseen. I stole the
colour of night to get out of your
sight. I am the visionaire, follow me
if you dare... I count the stars in my
hands and dream myself strong to
watch them twinkle on my command
as once a year in midwinter songs. I
stole the colour of night to get out
of your sight. I am the visionaire,
follow me if you dare...