HOME N E W S JAN HELLRIEGEL DISCOGRAPHY L Y R I C S P I C T U R E S ARTICLES S O N G S PAST TOURS R E Q U E S T S REVISION HY L I N K S		Narcissistic in intent Two unbelievers share a bed One gave one a cathartic key In return it set one free She does not fly She soars Blind and numb Such simple.... ness Hello it’s chaos hidden deep Inside your personal closet A drink of churning wretchedness Can almost be hypnotic In butterflies and burning fear Writhing churning in despair Craving for the mythical high Always out of reach Of blame of woe Of doom and gloom So castaway A silver spoon The attraction was the damage Of pain of past infliction Behold a mutant form took shape Expanding in a velvet cape The allure now repels Sweet sweat once Now stench it smells Bound by the love of blind One loves sweet misery. "I know I do it" It is comfortable in Hells grotto. He had helped in the creation With honest care so freely given Tenderly he had nurtured Absolutely he responded A saint of many colours living Taught not to receive but only for giving. Chipping away At a concrete abyss Her has arisen A ghoul of absolution Our valiant Knight has no way of feeding. Momentary look down and despise For weakness of intent For the physical longing And the knowledge of wrong doing For the love of fishing For different reasons From up here I can see Forgiveness in it’s purity For the one who knows How to love oneself Can mostly love Everyone else. What was sown and grown Can not meet the maker The bastard child So beguiled Unqualified Monster. It lives alone only waiting for Atone. Not a jealousy or an obsession How dare you cry foul It’s just a complete longing For understanding But our valiant hero is filled with dread He thinks he is zero But it’s in his own head. Ordinarily acquaintances Would be fine Ah but she knows only things A women would know. "Sorry but I can’t bare to be in the same room longer than is necessary" Autism shares A most beautiful gene My most beautiful friend. The orphan ponders the world As she walks to the gate Waves goodbye to the nuns Abandoned to hate The cross in her pocket pierces her skin And draws from her blood that his seeping within The graze leaves a scar in typical style The mark is branded on her child. How much pain and sorrow Can one person withstand In a lifetime Without freezing. " I wish for her to feel the ecstasy and pain of life again" How can you blame her for being so numb. "She wasn’t there when I needed her" She has lived her years 6 feet under and it will happen to you. "It’s hard to forgive" Forgive her Like you forgive. "I want to punish her into feeling again" You are punishing yourself. "Fuck you bitch, you did this to me." You have done this to yourself. "It’s too scary" Not as terrifying As the way you are living now, You showed me what to do I need you to feel because I need you so. "He’s a bit of a prick that guy" "She’s so fucking crazy" There is too much water Under a bridge That spans a desert That has no rain What will become Of the fledgling happening Trembling new born In a 2000 year old Kauri tree. She weeps for the self procured Silver tin knight He is fighting in hell Spending all of his might Who will save her now The tower is so tall An ordinary man Will most certainly fall. I need my silver tin tarnished man But he’s battling away in a far off land There seems to be A serious shortage Of silver dusters in the shop. Haven’t you heard Of the duster co-op Like dial a chicken You can just call it up. Quick as a flash in 90’s style The goods will arrive In just a short while. True love can not be disappointed An emphatic understanding That knows no bounds It never will leave you It just floats around..........