Alexander Hacke reading from "the rats in the walls" by H.P. Lovecraft:) I retired early, being very sleepy, but was harassed by dreams of the most horrible sort. I seemed to be looking down from an immense height upon a twilit grotto, knee-deep with filth, where a white-bearded daemon swineherd drove about with his staff a flock of fungous, flabby beasts whose appearance filled me with unutterable loathing. Then, as the swineherd paused and nodded over his task, a mighty swarm of rats rained down on the stinking abyss and fell to devouring beasts and man alike.
(Song By the Tiger Lillies) Can you smell that smell Can you hear the sound Can you see that shadow See it running round
Well you'd better not Turn your back Get the men to Set some traps
Because there's rats rats rats ... In the walls
In the foundations Lie the twisted corpse Well it's all in your Mind of course
There amongst The rotting meat Where those rats Have their feast
Yeah there's rats rats rats ... In the walls
Each time they gnaw Each time they bite Out goes Another light
In the foundations Where they rot and die Living lives Built on lies