Das Phantom zerrinnt Songtext
von Stagwounder

Great expectations weaving a winding sheet
For all belief
Over the edge of space it floats away like haze
Into the deep

What once
Seemed to be worth
Every breath
Is nothing but shapes in the mist

What once
Used to be carved
In stone
Just riddles that cease to exist


Senses declining
Ouroboros unwinding
Twisting and squirming
But never returning

The face in the mirror
Disappears like a ghost
Slowly melting away
Airy notion
Matter in motion
Fading along with the day

Through silent dull air
Sounds a scornful song
A small night storm whispers
"Not for you"
"Not for you"