she’s coming round, it starts to rain
and I know she will complain about the
cold, wet night outside
I hope it will be one of those days
when she smiles upon first gaze
and all is fine for some time
it will always be you and me, babe
it will always be you and me, babe
it will always be you and me, babe
it will always be you and me
you’ve come this far
so why should you give up now?
you fought this war
now there’s blood on your best boots
you speak of God
and everything he stands for
you twist your tongue
and only lies remain
the enemy
more or less yourself
those grounds you freed
grey areas at best
stop clinging to your world
it’s long gone, gone, gone
stop praying to your gods
they’ve been proven wrong, wrong, wrong
yes, do go on
just be gone
I’ll get all the help I need
you perceive
not your grief
you can’t depend on me
so tell me
who you’ve been
no, you’re no friend of mine
how does it feel to be wrong?
to get your nose severely burnt?
does your dad know what you’ll do?
you’ll break his heart
his heart, his heart
his heart some day
I’ve come along way
rushing life
no, a lot of truth
not many lies
just kidding when I say
“coming down with 25”
(it’s good to be alive)
but still a long way to go
more lessons to learn
let them come
and still a lot to be seen
it’s the cause to stay keen
I’m aware
chasing tomorrow
starting today
with no directions
you can’t stray
so let’s find some rules
and choose to not obey
(we’ll go a long way)
she said “people never change”
“you should put that in a frame”
“on a wall so you can mind”
“all the misery you’ll find”
“and the pain you do induce”
“it happens when you choose”
“to forget the love inside”
“are you sure you can abide?”
some things in life are sure
some are just pure
spectaculation and imagination
and we always want more
but mostly that’s just a blur of
reality in our fucked up heads
I’ve done all you ever asked of me
but I won’t repeat last year’s mistakes
just because you try
you don’t even have the guts to say
you’re sorry and that this friendship
is way over your head
no apologies, you feel
how do you come up with this shit in your head?
finding no excuse, you’re lost
is that why you act like a self-centered bitch?
30.10.08, Prolog
Es ist ein kalter, verregneter Tag in Leipzig. Auf der Arbeit meinte der Compiler mich mit seinen merkwürdigen Optimierungen zur Weißglut treiben zu müssen. Aber egal, denn heute ist ein schöner Tag – mit diesem Gedanken ging es dann auch schon in den frühen Feierabend. Fast hätte ich vergessen die Katzen in Pflege zu geben, aber auch diese kleine Hürde ließ sich schnell überwinden. Sachen sind ordnungsgemäß gepackt – von den Underpants Gnomes Gott sei Dank keine Spur. Hamburg, ich komme!