painkiller
constant heartache
makes my head ache
pain is killing me
so it's time to kill the pain

be my painkiller
let it die
ridiculuously
you're the tumor
and you're the cure

be my charity
you helped me out
so many times
just do it now
only once

be my rescue
cause i got stuck
in your eyes
while i was trying
to get to your soul

is it too hard for you
to be my hero
to be my man
i can help you
but first help me


new is about to come
is everything gone
or am i still here?
is it a kind of joke
or just a foolish dream?

at least i hope
you are not real

i know you won't let me die
i'm gonna do it myself
don't worry, the fault is mine
your world is not my wealth

i'm gonna live without you
cause you are my suicide
there is nothing to choose
Bonnie no longer meets Clyde

when it's so hot outside
i don't regret my heart is cold
i'm waiting for the night
hope i'll find my soul

new is about to come


In praise of the pigeon
Window
Wings
Street
The car
Feathers
And You dead
Your blood signed my day

You were not a dove
With a ring
In a cage

You were not delivering
Love letters
High in the sky

That is why You were
on the ground
Among iron monsters

I lit a candle
And blown off the flame
Believing I felt your soul

Pigeons are supposed to have it
A soul without a sin