A new serum eradicates the illness. An old man rises from his wheelchair .When suffering unknown attacks the painless and common animals are becoming rare. As water spins in circles twice, spiders, snakes and the little mice get twisted around and tumble down. When nature calls we all shall drown. If the earth is dying of a growing thirst rain shall fall on dried out soil. And every kind of bud shall burst a sough of relief to insects - turmoil. As water spins in circles twice, spiders, snakes and the little mice get twisted around and tumble down. When nature calls we all shall drown.
2. The Ar
[radio cut]
Within the heart of every man this symbol is its deep, a truly all descending power but unfortunately still asleep. You may put your hands before your eyes but its gleam is neverending. How much you turn it inside out it conceals just understanding. "The five pointed grey star carven, the sign of the Aryan race, the five pointed grey star carven on the forehead of an evil face"
3. When You're In
4. Whatever That Hurts
[video edit]
Decoction of Jimsonweed slimy trailing plants distil. Claustrophobia and blood mixed seed cursed downstairs against my will. Cobweb sticks to molten years, cockroaches served with cream. I wipe the silver bullet tears and with every tear a dream... Honey tea, psilocybe larvae. Honeymoon, silver spoon, psilocybe tea. Energy trickles with the tide. Masterminds and the suicide squad drink acid water by my side, stake the saviour of their daily fraud. Overfilled toothpaste tubes, sleepless and timeless faces. Drippety drop on sugarcube, the one eyed's eye twinkles and gazes... Honey tea, psilocybe larvae. Honeymoon, silver spoon, psilocybe tea.
5. The Ar
[Ind. Mix]
6. Visionaire
[Remixed Longform Version]
With a solar knife I split the sky and walk right in between to search the answers to every "Why?", where I have seen the unseen. I stole the colour of night to get out of your sight. I am the visionaire, follow me if you dare... I count the stars in my hands and dream myself strong to watch them twinkle on my command as once a year in midwinter songs. I stole the colour of night to get out of your sight. I am the visionaire, follow me if you dare...
