„I can’t stop gorging myself
and choke, swallow, devour.
I feel weak and empty.
Empty… just not complete.
Stumble like in fever dreams, always focused on my wish;
something holds me, drags me back – an innocent fox in a trap.
Stumble like in fever dreams, always focused on my wish;
something holds me, drags me back – an innocent fox in a trap.
Like a room without windows, like a chamber without door.
Like a dancer without legs, who didn’t care before.
Like stuck in too small clothes, soaked and wringing out your skin.
Like a moral leader who found himself trapped in a sin.
A glimpse of hope offers me…. offers me a step ahead.
A glimpse of hope offers me, offers me a step ahead,
just to fall, just to fall in the next moment.
Tired of pulling myself together on and on
I try to fly, I try to jump, just to crash down instead.
My desire lies just in front of me
and it feels as if I had just to reach for it.
Why do they want me to be entangled in their rules?
There is always that longing.
Restlessness accompanies me like a nervous shadow.
I am an animal, deprived of its nature.
Hunting a phantom or at least a cure.
There is always that longing.
Restlessness accompanies me like a nervous shadow.
I am an animal, deprived of its nature.
Hunting a phantom or at least a cure.“