come on take a seat

and take a look at where i shit.

i try to fill that hole

with that sugar and that snow

get a little stranger every day

found my copy of catcher in the rye

took it with me when i go to sleep

beneath my heart and soul it’s placed

i figured that this life‘s not that deep

searching for peace in my records and books

for all the glimps of the faces i took

but now i‘m lost in my inner world

curled up agains the bedroom walls

then i found myself in the corner

after long reading sessions

sprinkled by dozends of cigarettes

i lived three lives all in a row

cause of natural workflow…