Στοίχοι: Stephan Eicher. Carcassonne. Whatever.

I could use a lie or two
I'll keep them for me
won?t use them on you
stretched here on my back
like a turtle rehearsing suicide

On my knees for
prayers, songs, accusations, whatever
go out and invent
yourselves new ones

That?s the way it?s written here
that?s the way
that?s the way it?s written here
on this blankets
between ashes and lost hair

Wheels, powder, citylights, whatever
I leave it on the nightshade
of my window
while it goes on

It goes: "shouting, choking, laughing", whatever
while I lay here in this body
only waiting for some sleep

That?s the way it?s written here
that?s the way
that?s the way it?s written here
on these blankets
between ashes and lost hair