“Killers”

undated, possibly 2004, Berlin

Calm is the evening
Not a ripple stirs the air
Look-a-lookey over your shoulder
We are everywhere

You’re seeing strangers
Anonymous faces
You’re seeing danger
Desolate places
Furious in anger
You try to kill us
Turning your back now
We are the killers

The sun now setting
Leaves its glory of a western sky
Look how we’re changing
We are everything now

You’re seeing faces
Matching no names
Perceive them as numbers
Parts of the game
Furious in anger
You try to kill us
Turning your back now
We are the killers

Risen lord of the harvest
Puts you on his sting
Look into your last injection
Labeled heroin

You’re seeing substances
Fearing everything
Touching dirty needles now
Hearing summer sing
Furious in anger
You try to kill us
Turning your back now
We are the killers

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