Back to the start …
Somewhere out there it may meet.
Somewhere out there it is warm.
The heart wants to overflow with a thousand questions.
Silence is the prison of the swarm.
The old patterns there in the sand
hold you firmly in hand.
Undisturbed by storms or stresses.
The inked retina pierced, tightly laced.
Say goodbye to everything!
Welcome to nothingness.
Say goodbye to everything!
Welcome to nothingness.
Say goodbye to everything!
Welcome to nothingness.
The only thing that you have in abundance is the pain of relinquishment.
Sometime you will learn the meaning of
the SOS-call, which transmits into the void.
It constantly repeats for years.
Petrified, you wait at the deepest point.
An air-hose, umbilical cord to the world,
which plunges downward like a snake,
sends up signs of bubbles. One can hardly see them.
They mix with the grey wave foam.
Already too often glued, the old shards,
the broken pieces porous and much too small.
It is much more a dwindling than a death.
You too will be nothing but sand in the end.
No home and also no merciful lap,
it will still never let you go.
Too deeply sunken and, for that, punished,
long ago rusted. Diving-mask-prison.
Say goodbye to everything!
Welcome to nothingness.
Say goodbye to everything!
Welcome to nothingness.
Say goodbye to everything!
Welcome to nothingness.
The only thing that makes sense to you is the absence of light.
Almost on top.
Almost crawled out.
Your goal failed,
albeit just barely.
Nearly exhausted.
Shattered a thousand times.
hollow and soulless —
and now you're sinking,
and now you're sinking,
and now you're sinking.
Say goodbye to everything
on the day of the Last Judgement!
Say goodbye to everything
on the day of the Last Judgement!
Say goodbye to everything
on the day of the Last Judgement!
What you have in the end is a cornucopia of never-ending nothingness.
Welcome to everything.
Say goodbye to nothingness!