kebabkioskensomaldrigslutarbaka

the city is filled with a motion.
you're doing your best to survive.
everyone seems so knowing, but you dont seem to care why.
i try to find the slowmotion, in a place where nothing really matters

with the fears we planted into our lives turns hollow time to time and facilities appers.
everything we do leads to dispair, and nothing seems gets right.
a hopeless struggle, an endless fight.
against the biggest enemy of them all, yourself.
the signs hopes for a happy ending, paintings on the walls, cheerful people talking about thier future and the great journey  to get there alive.

the yet so closed world, awaits your candid arrival
we seek thruth in the streets of manchester,
we seek wary of the many in hamburg,
we seek the lies that we lost, looking for life.


trouble comes close at night,
for years to come and days to pass.
we belive in sanctifiacton, all we get is clearification, regardless of the so called god above our heads

we seek to go through, through the thin splinters of reality.
we seek to hide in the west and fuck the rest.
we seek competition of the few and enlightenment of the masses
we hope to get it alright.-