Ulcer

Falling
Like autum leaves
Like tears
Over dresden
Fire storm
In my heart
No fears
Now the western
Culture
Sees its end
What use
To fantasize
Open shirt
Open wound
No truce
The cattle dies
Sirens
Distant here
What’s love
Without a blanket
Winter
Seven years
Your corpse
A virus banquet
No word
Not a scream
Your eyes
Just like mine
Satan
Spills his dream
From fall
To humankind
Broadcast
From hell to now
I see
In your eyes
You fear
The autumn rain
Are we
To critisize
Cattle:
Opinion polls
No voice
And no way out
Exit
My throat is sore
What can you say
I can shout