i catwalked the boulevards

a god without adorers

dead passengers turned around

and sighed like a strange chorus



but then i passed you and it was cruel

you instantly caught me with your reticule



faster than sonic speed you impacted

i tried hard to stay upright and correct it

you stopped inside my hurted brain

my boiling blood fell like hard rain



youre a missile

youre a bullet with my name



when youre a victim you lose all disciples

no ambulance there for first-aid supply

life wont floating out of my distant body

for there is you to help not to die



youre a not removable projectile

ill have to bear you for a while

your positions right behind my face

removing you would be the death



youre a bullet with my name



words: j. vogeltanz 1997