Ataraxium (Hybris)


Writhe away

From shells astray

I bathe in a land that slides

From burns so sweet

I retreat

Far away distant worlds collide

Roll around

Breathe the ground

Glide away

From the ties that bind

These strings so fierce

That sting and pierce

These holes

In my riddled mind


Dressed in light

These gods in white

They speak

I can hear their calls

Machines I feel

They use to heal

My arms, my balms

My mind enthralled


No emotions move me now  

Here I'll remain

Sweet sweet nightshade

Show me how

To free my mind

from pleasure's pain

Words and Music by M. Borchert//  A. Horstmann/ M. Schulz