http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4WbwwhBmRk












the doors of perception












Ich erinnere mich eigentlich nicht daran, geboren worden zu sein. Das muss während einer meiner Black-outs passiert sein.
























auch wenn ich an kein zukünftiges leben glaube,
werde ich unterwäsche zum wechseln mitnehmen.




























"Ich halte mich für ein intelliegentes, menschliches
Individuum, mit der Seele eines Clowns, welche mich immer wieder dazu zwingt in den wichtigsten Momenten alles zu zerstören!"










Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

Im sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant thats plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest youve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.