The needles are spinning,
Russian roulette is beginning
My words turn weaker
The condense air of it
Extends upwards swirling above all
Up shines her pallid face
Just a silent survivor of many murders
And a true keeper of many, many secrets
This concrete jungle suffocates my dreams
Lucid dreams becoming pure incandescent murder nightmares
Were once there was light now is dark
Many tactics have tried to killed the dreamer in me
And true, I have got weaker
But not dead, or without faith
There still faith
For a link to the other side to rescue me
Let it go, it is time to kill than be killed
Revive the gardens and water them flowers
It is time for fauna to reactivate the censors
Perceive and alter my perceptions
Because this world is full of creations
Keep them bullets where they belong
Deep down the dragon’s throat
Enjoy the silence and kiss her deeply
This day kisses would taste peculiarly strange
A trip to another dimension
An lsd psychological experimentation
Let the spinning stop and don’t pull the trigger
Evacuate the area and tell her about your existence

And let it all go
This is the last time,
The last game the last chance
Next to you, there is no wall no mental boundaries
The mere coalition of existence
By the simple glare of shiny
lips, eyes, it all comes to one
And one and one
Will always be one
Don’t let the game take over
Sometimes blind folded
The important link to your mere existence
Could go by, and then ..:. Nothing of nothing
Would be worth less.