In Ludwigsfeld Came MiliPeter
Ohst Milibauer obst und gemüse
And who the hell am I to interfere
Through the rows and crops
Under ten meters of topsoil
The hexe's bones lies
Peter knew everything
The sun shone on his bald head
Flattering blades of sarcasm
When I look into you
With the emptiness I bring
From the edge of the world
You guess what I am doing here
A misguided direction to nostalgia
A will to shock oneself of the past
A misunderstanding of existance
The distillation of high proof apathy
I make clay figures of your nihilism Peter
One eyed clay figures
That turn hard inside the oven
Then I dance like a crow
On the freshly harvested crop
Above the witch's bones
Knowing fog's damp and manure stench
Peter as you know everything
Tell me of the ghosts swarming in the cornfields
The sprigs can hear their discontent
Peter Milibauer judge me spiritually naive
I come crawling and scrambling by dawn
You have your doctrine
Your sense of justice
I unfold a different reality
You look down at the page
Consumed with your resistance
You are kidnapped by absurdity
Your sarcasm falls on deaf ears
The corn is mute and dumb
Only the witch's bones stir
The one your descendents burned
Roads were straighted so you could give your speech
Your perception of a universe that doesn't bow to your ideals
A reality that taunts your certainty
As youth claim the world is unfair
As you Peter puritanical claim to know the world
The way things should be according to your personal doctrine
Your love of deep formality clashing with pollen
discomfort in the inevitable contamination
Reinheit und gesundheit
