The Uncurable Sickness / Real Love

your neon skin flickers on and off
i hears songs ringing in your atomic waste
eventhough you stand still
addicted to the dark of your shadow

it's real time in your eyes
once a year when the planets pass
you let me look into your eternity
all secrets deep inside of you

and i feel that for no reason
we are holding hands
and i feel that for no reason
we are lovers

wild stains a forrest branched on your chest
this blood carved by the loving hands of trees
is the love you feel for your mother
the Mephistopheles breastfeeding her deadborn angels

cause we run into the tower of wisdom
with each step we yearn for wings
in her highest tower we find
a looking glass mirror of our lonely sins.