The Same Stream
The day the earth washed over me
Not the word of God but us, you see.
Helpless, bare and twistable.
I remember just how it felt
to find the list of who'll care to help
is me. The shatters I call self.
Me. Me and no one else.
Our mothers mercy's not enough
Always looking for what ́s better than love.
Breathless, dull, immovable.
My generation is moribund
If we don ́t bite off the iron hand.
We ́re trapped between revolving doors.
Our weals throb on this soul of mine.
I ́m nothing but their wanton child.
I've been chasing divinity.
Doing okay. Doing okay.
The wound still weeps inside of me.
What can I say? Doing okay.
All I am is circumstance.
And acid rain.
We ́re currents in the same stream.
Surfacing to breathe.
Surfacing to breathe.
Surfacing to breathe on my knees.
The day the earth washed over me
Not the word of God but us, you see.
Our future was spilled on marble floors.
So trapped between revolving doors.
All I am is circumstance.
And acid rain.
We ́re currents in the same stream.
You don ́t feel your chains if you don ́t move.
To say that I ́m free to choose
is as much a lie as it is the truth.
Death exists in all of this.
Writer/s: Timo Baur, Robert Anderson, Julian Schulze, Christopher Schmidt, Benedikt Ricken
