hanging in the sky
like a ripe peach
the size of a watermellon

My power animal beckons,
but I prefer safety
and fail to answer.

No man is an island.
But then again,
no man is a potato chip either.

Trying to outrun the heat.
It catches up with us
when we slow down.

From afar,
it looks like any other town.
Beware, he who enters.

uphill -- downhill
back where we started
It's the way that counts.

empty, hostile faces
hiding absolutely nothing
alive but not moving

Sleeping in a town
that doesn't exist,
I listen to the music.

Pain in the toe
driving me mad.
And it's not even my toe.

Nur wer sich selbst umbringt,
kann sich sicher sein,
da