look at the world
that is pining away,
the suffer he cares,
more and more every day,
what has become of us?
our special dominating race,
we're noth worth for this life,
cause we humiliate this space,
look at the sun,
more red every evening,
look at the flowers
that're dying,
people are mad
more and more everywhere,
when we'd become insane,
I'll be there,
looking at the suffer,
looking at the world,
looking what was beautiful,
like before.
-3-2-2005-