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SturM und Drang

A sea that begins and ends

with no shores

Waves crash agains glass

and shock your frame

Your lungs struggle for air

You're near submerged

The fights under your belt

weigh you down

Your screams reflect off the walls

hollow and wet

recoil from a transparent throat

But you can't drown

you can't drown

Do you want to be freed

How do you want to be seen

Climb out of your glass

No storm blows out here

The Culinary Skills of a Modern Man
I am a traveling chef
My knife never rests
I've got blood on my hands
And ice in my chest
And I'll warm you up and cool you down
and cook you tenderly

My pots and pans are
the skulls and rib cages
of beautiful feeble creatures
with spiteful, able features
I warm them up and cool them down
and cook them tenderly

First I smell
Then you see,
Then I taste
And then we feel

My meat of choice is
Wild hearts and free souls
Lured in by adjustable brain waves.
From a controlled breeding ground
To ensure match
Sweetened with a deceiving tongue


Concrete under the Bridge

There's a statue on the square

That's not yet turned to stone

I see it from my window

I feel it in my bones

All the stately grandeur

For passers-by to find

Masks that piercing gaze

That's intercepting mine

I can't keep you out

the wave wont break

frozen in time

concrete under the bridge

In the morning sun

You let yourself be watched

And by the hands of time

You let yourself be touched

I can't keep you out

the wave wont break

frozen in time

concrete under the bridge