Wings of an Angel Songtexte
Don't Be as Rival Rats One Towards Another - Our Humanity Is Not Measured by Sheer Intellect but by the Capacity to Love and Accept the Mental Space of Your Fellow Human Beings
With Nothing Left but the Past That I Would Not Want to Remember, All I Can Afford Is a Drink of Seeing Myself Like This; I Know I'm Tough Enough for You to Phone, but All I Can Find Is a Whale and Its Full of Noise, Just Like You and the Way Your Han ...
You're the Spark That Guides Me, You're the Light in My Darkest Night, You Hold This World Down for It's So-So Cold... I Don't Think I Need to Let Go of You, So I Count My Blessings and Do Tell Me How I'm Gonna Spend My Life Without You One Day
Gruppen
In My Castle's Darkroom
In My Darkest Dreams (Night Diary of a Poète maudit in Earthly Exile)
- Love, My Imaginary Blind Friend With the All Pervading Third Eye, Climbs Silently to Play With Stray Dogs and Wounded Kittens on Abandoned Rooftops (In the Shadowy City of Decaying Concrete Jungles, Wrecked Doom Promises and Stark Naked Voyeurism - Wh ...
- In This Haunted City, the Cold Suffocating Darkness Goes on Forever and I Am All Alone Against the World (Sitting by the Open Window Amidst the Godforsaken Alleys of the Old Central Bus Station and Quietly Observing God's Eternal Madness and the Devil ...
- A Solitary Nightwalk Into the Unknown (Urban Exploration Through Desolate Back Streets, Soot and Negligence, Empty Parking Lots and Isolated Construction Sites, Secret Twilight Zones and Faintly-Lit Residential Areas, Nameless Alleyways Covered with T ...
- The Wet Stillness of the Night Absorbs My Lifelong Escapism (Through Untouchable Landscapes of Misleading Nocturnal Light Beams & Socially Learned Helplessness)
- The Eternally Darkling Nights of a Nihilistic Sound Mystic (Channeling Savage Inspiration Inside an Abandoned Watchtower on the Fringes of Reality)
- L'Enfer, c'est les autres (My Whole Existence, I Have Been Intently Studying Earthly Life. In Your Books and Music I Have Drunk Fragrant Wine, I Have Sung Beautiful Songs and Played Numerous Instruments, I Have Hunted Gazelles and Monsters in Dark For ...
- In Memoriam of Everybody and Everything I Have Ever Loved and Have Forever Lost: May You Rest in Peace Ad Infinitum, My Dear and Beloved (How Terrible It Is to Love Something That Death Can Touch...)
In Our Kali Yuga Era, Too Many Servants Who Become Kings and Queens for a Day, Demonstrate How Godless Fools Play the Role of Infidel Gods Without Reflectively Comprehending Their Own Squalor
- Only Through the Containment of Iniquity, Will You Find the Right Notes of Awakening
- Unique Forms of Redundant Levitation
- Exploring Your Solitude in a Square Torture Chamber Is Much Better Than Practicing the Art of Spirituality With Benefits
- Create Alliances With Evanescent Nuances
- Talking to Abusive Personality Bosses Is Like Having an Unwanted Pregnancy in Your Teens
- Believe in Whoever You Want as Long as It's You
- Terminate Your Enemy's Third Crystal Eye Before You Are Truly Exposed
- Decisive Political Correctness in an Age of Collective Insanity
In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Dista ...
- I Take My Seat Among the Ghosts of Poets, Painters, and the Wise, and Listen as the Stories Boast of Genius That Never Dies
- We're Constantly Searching for Completion but It Always Feels Just Out of Reach
- We're Forever Searching for More, a Never-Ending Cycle, a Constant Needing to Fill the Void That We Can't Ignore
- A Feeling Deep Within That Cuts Like a Knife, No Matter How Hard We Try, We Can't Deny There's Always Something Missing, Always Something Nigh
- We Long for Completion, a Sense of Being Whole, but in This Life, It Seems We Always Play a Role
- We Play a Role in a Grand Scheme That's Larger Than Ourselves, a Story That's Written by the Hands of Fate; We May Struggle and Fight for Control, but in the End, We're All Just Pawns in This Great Debate
