Here, nothing is small as a part of it all.

Drums banging, sound elastic

A voice in the darkness, nothing more than earlier choices

This inner noise with its creation of toys, pictures, paranoids and invisible feelings.

Its subtle tone, the form gone

Withdrawn from the eye of analytical satisfaction

Because it is closer to me, the heart, the one that starts every second

Wrecked gets the devil by this insight of revel

Its conclusions of denial of suppression of the lesson

Is the language of following the evil beveling down the stairs several levels  

Compassion is faster than laughter and prayer

It slaughters all the individual suspensions.

Brings life to the collective atmosphere

Be near, the collective is all about care

Feeling the current hit the movement of belonging, which applaud the song.

Here, by being wrong, you have just made a strong bond.

For mistakes and acceptance is the counter demand of nature’s beautiful, sophisticated band.

Jump in the air, I follow you anywhere!

Start the rhythm, let me clap your back!

Sorrow and distress makes me less, but as a total I am nothing but brutal.

Its collective synergy of dreams and rhymes hits the sky with surrendering togetherness.

Here, nothing is small as a part of it all.

Care to read, you don’t need to be in speed

Indeed, it’s special when one of the collectives reads my deeds.

It’s for all of these humans that my heart bleeds happily for.

Because what is the most beautiful thing without anything to make its bells cling.

Then it is nothing but a sore dust storm, without any sky, without any colors.

Blackness itself, cover all its shelves.

With the perspective of not knowing itself

But inside all the blackness, not outside of it

Is all the glowing light centered around

We live the same day by day

I have no idea what will happen in a short delay, only an expectation.

But that is nothing compared to understanding the creation.