level 5



in the center of the sound shell travel



through the darkness of a spinning wheel

til her ears are slowly dying

in this velvet she cant hear

and in the storm

thats carryin her



across the border

running upstairs

but she was always reaching level 5



opened chests are singing hymns of morning

its so strange to touch a sunbeam

with organs bare

shes cutting out her heart

to enjoy the silence

and in the flesh of death

shell see no sin



across the border

running upstairs

but she was always reaching level 5



Words: vogeltanz 1995