there's a faint longing for
something that's long lost and gone
that you remember from another life
another life, another time
something quaint, something neat
must have been quite a treat
something not around, no more
nothing lives, nothing breathes
the deniers fled into the night
don't know what is wrong or right
something to be relived in psychedelic fever dreams
riddled by nostalgia, did you see
did you see this closing in?
did you prepare yourself for the
unfathomable, for the day
for the day when this train
went completely off the rails
and everything went up in flames
and nothing here would ever be the same
we've gotten used to the cues
we're waiting for the next batch of bad news
another bolt out of the blue
we're waiting for the next batch of bad news
we've gotten used to the simple fact:
all we hold dear is hanging by a thread.
and every haven that we fabricate
can only be an intermittent space
it's clear that you do have a strong tendency
to fall for conspiracy theories
have you ever noticed the myths you believe
they grow on the soil of your own inner fears
brace yourself for the worst
WRITERS
David Ramis Åhfeldt, Loïc Rossetti, Mattias Hägerstrand, Paul Seidel, Peter Voigtmann, Robin Staps