When every addiction fails

Sweet autumn winds lie next to me

Tell me lies

My world has turned into water

There isn’t any ice

 

Like a bullet in the back of my head

Sweet autumn wind

The morning wishes me dead

 

Wild is the power

Wild is the deed

Not wild is the bullet

Not wild is the man

Who takes the shot

06-11-1989

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