The hand which seldomly leads
It shows the deepest point
On the way always keeping
Our last true reason
An area, a wish, a poem
Which might help us
For the guard of the last doubters
Marching orders for the coming day
And the stars which lead me
Have abandoned me in the desert
Your heart, a grenade
Which tears me to pieces
I paint a cross for you
Into the sky
Together a whole lifetime
The straight lines hit me
On the cross of eternity
Together a whole lifetime
We live in the desert
And we fight in the city
We breathe all the emptiness
Which has taken lust away from us
For the gree which never reached
Hungrily full of lust for living
This lie at the confession
I have never missed the belief
For the beggar who don't want to steal
For the murderers who give us life
For the fools in power
For the attendant who guards me
For all the players who never played
For the strikes of the elected
For those who never arrived
For those we hide