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
Gruppen
After You Dump Me Into the Cold Grave, No Legacy Will Survive Past Me
- Walking as an Anonymous Shadow in the Crowded Streets, Surrounded by Binary Duplications and Sexting Hormonoids, Without Anyone Recognizing Me for Who I Truly Am
- There's No Substantial Truth Except the Singing Soul of a Genius on One Frozen and Rainy Midnight, as He Struggles With Human Icicles and Roaring Domestic Demons
- When Your Close Family Members Do Not Understand Your Life's Work and Have No Interest in Preserving Your Legacy
- Dying Off Slowly in Poverty Like Thousands of Outsider Artists Before and After Me, Without Any Social Dignity or Support
- I Knocked on the Iron Gate Until I Bled From My Frozen Fingers. Suddenly, the Gate Opened for a Brief Second – and I Was Flooded With a Stunning Multicolored Fire - And Again Thrown Out, and the Gate Was Locked and Frozen Again (Last Words of a Woman ...
- To Live Like a Deadman, Because You Realize No One Will Ever Celebrate Your Posthumous Memory or Light a Memorial Candle on Your Mute Grave
Afterthoughts Devoided of Fanfares and Mystically Converted Loopholes
- All Benches Are Fundamentally Discreet, So Promise Me, Loyalty Abandoned, to Awake With No Certainties Ever Sincerely
- Don't Embrace Nihilism Because It Symbolizes the Unfairness of Entropy Drawn to Its Illogical Conclusion
- If We Give Up on Our Power to Take Control Over Our Senses, We Might as Well Be Cautious About the Art We Require for Our Well-Being
