Into the Streams of the Black River (Urban Negativism 2015)
Getting drunk again next to the black river Breaking free from thoughts that were making me shiver Lately I find it difficult to tell reality from dreams And I wanna cut someone and throw him into the streams I could rip my hair off my head in anger Crush my skull with a fucking hammer And I could break my fingers all the way back Or just jump on someones face and hear it crack I feel like gnawing my skin `til I can see the bone And how the fuck could I not feel alone? When I at night am laying sleepless in bed
Thinking of all my friends who are either dead Or locked up in a fucking prison cell Those nights I just know I´m in hell My mind is set on committing a terrible crime I just wish I could sleep all the fucking time As I tend to fuck my life up when I´m awake And it feels like I´m on the edge to break I should probably beat someone until his heart stops And after that - I should fill my pockets with rocks Before diving down into the river deep But instead I just lay down on the ground and sleep