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i catwalked the boulevards a god without adorers dead passengers turned around and sighed like a strange chorus but then i passed you and it was cruel you instantly caught me with your reticule faster than sonic speed you impacted i tried hard to stay upright and correct it you stopped inside my hurted brain my boiling blood fell like hard rain you´re a missile you´re a bullet with my name when you´re a victim you lose all disciples no ambulance there for first-aid supply life won´t floating out of my distant body for there is you to help not to die you´re a not removable projectile i´ll have to bear you for a while your position´s right behind my face removing you would be the death you´re a bullet with my name words: j. vogeltanz 1997 |