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THEORY AND PRACTICE 90 Born deformed Trained from birth Carrying terror in secret Anywhere will do, if it is OUT What are your last thoughts Before you hit the skies? Comes as a shock To claw the glare Then dull to the coma Which serves as your life Look for the definite release Turn theory into practice Last chances of flight Before wings catch fire Take another view There is only this Sickness Try to pull sunlight into your head Always in the background Ignored or welcomed home The eternal choir Music from where you came Death becomes a perfect idea For the perfect future You are talking yourself into it Dare you hope for a higher love? So all problems come at the same time And nobody loves you for your mind Hate yourself for self -pity And hate yourself for hate And wait and wait until too late You are killing yourself Far too slowly now It lacks glory Does no one love your body? Love it for all of them. /// For two months in early ‘90, I cracked again with the Fear, it shows./// |