Wings of an Angel Songtexte
Don't Be as Rival Rats One Towards Another - Our Humanity Is Not Measured by Sheer Intellect but by the Capacity to Love and Accept the Mental Space of Your Fellow Human Beings
With Nothing Left but the Past That I Would Not Want to Remember, All I Can Afford Is a Drink of Seeing Myself Like This; I Know I'm Tough Enough for You to Phone, but All I Can Find Is a Whale and Its Full of Noise, Just Like You and the Way Your Han ...
You're the Spark That Guides Me, You're the Light in My Darkest Night, You Hold This World Down for It's So-So Cold... I Don't Think I Need to Let Go of You, So I Count My Blessings and Do Tell Me How I'm Gonna Spend My Life Without You One Day
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- The Trauma of Opening Up to Less-Than-Worthy Peers
- Newborn Baby Wiseness
- A Frightful Herd Has Now Become Abundant Golden Hair
- Manage the Crisis of Attention
- Keep Wandering With the Winds of the Sea
- Humanity Is a Long Forgotten Art Form
- The Subtle Philosophy of the Inexperienced Good-Doer
- Picturesque Birdwatch
- Discipline Is Always Miserable
- Guess Which Generation We Are
- Fantasies of Becoming a Superior Organism
- That Silly Story of God, That We'd Made Up
- The Ubiety of Rotating Mechanisms
- Immediate Magnet Lifespan
- Underneath the Obvious Reasons for Spiritual Self-Isolation
- The Tiniest Unseeming Wonders
- We Don't Exist While We Sleep
- CD 1 - Post-Classical Ambient Symphony - Don't Get Cloned in Order to Be Someone's Guilty Pleasure
- CD 1 - Post-Classical Ambient Symphony - Tomorrow, When You'll Become Post-Human, Life as We've All Known and Lived It, Will Seem Like an Amateur Joke
- CD 2 - Post Dark Ambient Symphony - Far-Reaching Sail Into Yourself Amid the Jagged Shadows of Self-Governance
- CD 1 - Post-Classical Ambient Symphony - You Cannot Allow Challenges to Take Away Your Desperate Need for Attention
- CD 1 - Post-Classical Ambient Symphony - It's Almost Too Late to Get Lost in Self-Forgetfulness and Slowly but Surely Become Somebody Else From Scratch
- CD 1 - Post-Classical Ambient Symphony - Without Substantial Sacrifice, There Can Be No Unknowns
- CD 1 - Post-Classical Ambient Symphony - The Egotistic Sense of Self Is a Never-Ending Minefield
- Seemingly Undiscovered
- Butter Fly Bazaar
- Camera Obscura
- In a Lifeless World, You'll Have to Find Solace in Me
- My Guardian Angel Is an Undercover Vigilante
- Karachy
- Unable to Find New Escape Routes From Myself
- On Our Marital Deathbed, My Untamed Yearnings for Freedom Are Like Slaughtering Knives
- Brave Enough to Leave Behind Today's Delirious Social Diseases
- The Kung-Fu Mandala Series: Would You Still Love Me as the Pale Moon Is Falling Down Into the Distance of Unbreakable Trust?
- The Last Thing Upon My Mind Is Your Best Chance of Being Immortal
- I Didn't Even Wanna Dream Us Together Again, So I Will Not Wait for You to Die
- It's Not That I'm Playing an Amoeba in Your Twisted Nightmare
- The Kung-Fu Mandala Series: The World Is Arcane Tonight, Like a Light From Nowhere
- The Ghosts of Me and You Still Haunt Me When I'm Awake
- The Mute Mandala Series: Embody Godless Children Before the Devil Does
- The One That's Burning Alive in Technicolor
- Feels Like Eternity's Over With a Living Proof Wounded and Bleeding in Your Arms
- The Mute Mandala Series: Shine Like the Petals of the Moon
- The Mute Mandala Series: The Afterglow of Amalgamation Still Shines
- Creeping Back Inside the Confines of the World Government
- You Don't See Me in the Shadows Anymore, When the Night Becomes the Shadow
- Getting Older but Life's Only Half Through
- Go on and Tear Down This Ancient Masterpiece
- My Deepest Deep Is Not Yet a Swollen Ego
- The Mute Mandala Series: Say Your Prayers for the Healing to Take Hold
- Disembodiment Is in Fact an Ascent, Just Like Training Fireflies to Crawl and Climb Their Way Through My Brain Ends Up in Praying That They'll Never Get Outside Again, It's the Way They Stare Into Space From My Insides That Triggers Me the Most
- Ready to Dance With Anonymous Strangers Before Becoming Familiar One to the Other in This Blissed-Out Inane Wilderness, You Take a Morning-After Pill for Protection From Evil Spirits
- Collapsing Onto Timid Waves of Eternal Darkness (An Audio Portrait of One Person’s Insignificant Suicide)
- Won't Forget
- Whiskey's Ghost
- As The Child Walks The Land, He Grasps His Mother's Hand
