My Goodwill

In my head the ants are swarming, they're transformed to crockraches
They climb out as earwigs and steal my goodwill

My demons are coming
There's no God and there's no Satan
Pentagram is just a star too
A star which would look right on the sky

I let everyone's hands go
I'm falling, I see on the ground smashing
And further I'm falling

Life is strong and I am small
I must go to a smaller world
The gods hide when i come for the answer and for my reward

I'm walking in the world wretched with air overcrowded
But until I'm breathing it, I just have to place in it

Why do I feel? I must kill!
I've had enough of humans, of myself
That feeling is a must, that weakness is more powerful than power

I look in the mirror I see my body
My body sees us
We see each other, hand in hand forever

My demons are coming
There' no God and there's no Satan
Pentagram is just a star too
A star which would look right on the sky