Krisen durchziehen unser Leben, innerliche wie äußerliche. Zurzeit sind es besonders die nicht enden wollenden und tendenziell eskalierenden äußerlichen Krisen, die sich auch auf das Seelenleben der Menschen auswirken. Dieses Lied handelt von möglichen Bewältigungsstrategien in dieser Situation der Multikrise. Über ihre Funktionalität lässt sich freilich trefflich streiten…
The beauty of a day, what’s coming after?
Will there be a chance for suicide?
Do you feel the pain under braying laughter?
Will there be a life you can deny?
Right outside the box the leaves are falling
Raindrops kiss the ground on muddy soil
When you hold your breath demons are calling
They want to feel you burn on an lattice coil
Hold on, for it might be the last time living so guarded
Keep out of the gates of night
Be aware there’s a new kinda life of dying has started
So why do you fight for to break down your fright
There’s no hope in sight but even some clues for the Crisis Blues
Are the finally gone, those times of levity?
Will they dissolve in a sweet decay?
Everything fades and even gravity
Is loosing its sense to your dismay
Where is a good tree to help you hanging
Stepping out of life can make you free
The fibers of the rope are slightly twanging
Smothering in pain for to release
Be tough, for it might be the last time sleeping so quiet
Keep in mind the fields of green
Stick it out when all the things you love now start to run riot