I am nothing and it makes me feel like God.
And despite the fact that I am flesh and blood,
I don't exist, it's a perfect illusion,
When I dream of our souls and bodies merging.
Your spring voice puts me in a trance, so please talk.
Your heart is like mine, it beats to heavy rock.
The night is ours, this night we are both awake.
To sleep and not wake up is our wish to make.
We both don't know what it's like to be sober.
I always get my doping when it's over.
When the perfect illusion crumbles to dust,
I will become God, because existing sucks.
31.03.2024