I want to live, to start anew, To watch in silence, close to you, To see the grass grow green and tall, The wind that dances through it all! // chorusIn a moment! In a breath! A million songs! A wild refrain! Running through our every vein! The cricket clicks its frantic tune, I sit and stay beneath the moon, Filling you with all of me, A quiet, soundless ecstasy! // bridgeNo noise to voice... No sound to break... The million songs... That we both make... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! // outroGREEN GRASS! WILD WIND! SITTING! STAYING! A million songs!

Don't let go… Don't let go… Cold and ash-grey, everything Here inside this endless void Screaming winds are blowing through Leaves in an abandoned heart // victoriaAsh and grey… Fade away… All of them like words of old All the "I love you", "I adore" Drift away into the frozen dark Fading out forevermore // victoriaI love you… Where are you… From the past they reach… oh no They lead nowhere… nowhere at all Into silent nothing, trembling Sometimes caught on shadowed things Memories—or just a dream Hanging thin on broken strings // victoriaDon't wake me… Let me be… Round and round in haunted chains And upon their binding grows Something fed by all the pain // victoriaInside… inside… I can't hide… A rabid, bellowing beast inside Raging raw, it twists and turns All-devouring, starved of light Endless hunger always burns // victoriaRun… run… You can't run… It thrashes but cannot break free Fate has bound it to my heart Tied so tight, eternally Never to be torn apart

I read your lines. They're trash, but I liked it. The rhymes are a mess. A total disaster, I confess. But it's solid work— Industrial grade. A blueprint for a debt That never gets paid. // chorusWhat if you actually knew how to write? Where would the Muse take us tonight? Out of the cellar, out of the dark? Lighting a fuse, catching a spark? You could have a statue. You could have the gold. A girl with a curve That never gets old. A man with a scar And a dangerous stare. A face on the screen. Glaze in the air. Look at us now. Security booths and IT racks. Classroom walls and poem-filled cracks. Is this the "unknown"? Is this the "shame"? Better than a suit. Better than a name. // outroScrew the 9-to-5. The trash is ours. Industrial grade. Solid.

I'm nothing special just glands and blood bodies filling every space flesh and mud heart, lungs, stomach, kidneys all in their place two straining balls for love's disgrace // chorusbut far beyond the biology behind the bone and the need the Soul is chained and raging and it will not be freed (Chained! Raging!) I love and I fear like an animal tied the meat keeps on living while something screams inside the meat is just a vessel the meat is just a cage for the silent prisoner and the hidden rage // bridgethis is not poetry this is not your art this is a fist wrapped around your heart // outrojust glands just blood (Chained...) just biology (Raging...) the Soul

Hey, Mr. Jäger, just one more round! Pour it down where the filth is found. Right into the cesspit of my gut, Keep the door open, don't you dare shut! They're waiting for you, the family tree, A stomach full of ghosts and misery. They're warming up, they're mixing well, Down in the pits of my internal hell! Jerking my head from left to right, Losing the battle, losing the light! // chorusAnd back again! And round once more! I'm crawling 'round the cellar floor! With a little luck, I'll have to say, Just this once—like every other day— I'm smashed again! Yeah, I'm properly trashed again! // outroI'm smashed! I'm trashed!

Sorrow sat upon my heart, The beast, it tore the rest apart! What little left, a scrap of red, Bleeding meat, the spirit's fed! Under a sea of crushing weight, The pressure of a closing gate! The runaway years, like ancient ghosts, Extinct species on barren coasts! Staring round with frightened eyes, Frozen in a scream that never dies! // bridge — kira's cello attackPain like a tectonic plate, Moving slow, a heavy fate! Grinding down everything I've been, And everything I could have seen! // chorusPlanishing the soul! Erasing the whole! Just a happy corpse in the end, With nothing left to mend! And here I am, standing still, Under the weight of the iron will. What I was, and what I'd be... Gone into the debris. A happy corpse!

Life is such a fragile thing, And I'm afraid of what I bring, Fearing I barely live at all, Or stand enough to catch your fall. // chorusHold me in the narrow space, Save me from the empty chase. The walls are closing, thin and tight, To push us into one tonight. I'll need at least another forty years, In a studio flat to drown my fears, Where the kitchen is a narrow shelf, Pushing me back into yourself. // bridgeI'm terrified of the air outside, Of miles of room where hearts can hide. Give me the squeeze of the hall, The shadow-dance against the wall. In the uncertainty, I find my breath, In this small room, there is no death. It must be small, so slight and thin, That we're forced to live skin to skin, The only way to survive the night, Is holding on and holding tight. // outroAnd that kitchenette... that tiny stall... Will grow until it dwarfs us all. A universe... In a single breath... Where the kitchen... Pushed me... Into you.

I wish I were a mite, just a teeny-tiny mite, To explore your naked skin in the middle of the night! I'd gallop like a pony, yeah, I'd gallop like a beast, Finding every nook from the west to the east. I'm zigging and I'm zagging and I'm racing 'cross the plain, Through the sunlight of your smile and the sprinkles of the rain! // chorusThen I'd take a little snap—I'd take a little bite, "Oh, pardon me, darling! Did I give you a fright?" Just a morsel, just a taste, just a sweet little chew, A tiny little piece of the magic that is YOU! // bridgeI'm moving in, Under your skin. It's not a rental, It's not a lease, I'm your permanent resident, I'm your tiny little piece—of heaven! I'm staying here forever, yeah, forever is the goal, A microscopic tenant with a macroscopic soul! Inside of you... Where the view... Is always new!