Ulcer -

Falling

Like autum leaves

Like tears

Over dresden

Fire storm

In my heart

No fears

Now the western

Culture

Sees its end

What use

To fantasize

Open shirt

Open wound

No truce

The cattle dies

Sirens

Distant here

What’s love

Without a blanket

Winter

Seven years

Your corpse

A virus banquet

No word

Not a scream

Your eyes

Just like mine

Satan

Spills his dream

From fall

To humankind

Broadcast

From hell to now

I see

In your eyes

You fear

The autumn rain

Are we

To critisize

Cattle:

Opinion polls

No voice

And no way out

Exit

My throat is sore

What can you say

I can shout