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Satanic enterprise
I am not the person you see in me.
I am deeply spoiled by words, by colours,
by light, by sounds,
by stone.
I am slightly damaged by speech,
by deeds,
by wishful thinking,
by longings and by dreams.
I am full of me.
I stand next to me.
I hold my hand, I cut my head off.
I stay. I go.
I am a satanic enterprise.
I am addictive. I am full of lies.
I am not the one you thought I was.
Ballad
Call on me,
put a spell on me.
Let me lose my mind,
myself, the world,
what belongs to me, what has never been mine.
Let me drink the wine of your sorrow.
Let me eat the bread of your pain.
Let me dance to the air of your joy.
Let me be the soil underneath your feet.
Let me be your shelter in any need.
Let me know. I shall be there.
Frosch
ich bin der heilige Frosch
eine uralte Zierde
ich weiß alles
Ungewisse
ich sehe alle
Versäumnisse
ich rede euch alles
schön und gerecht
ich bin der heilige Frosch
das Orakel des Gestrigen