DISORDER NIGHTs#1Saturday night in Berlin

July 2011

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PRIVATEI‘m not the one you think I am

Why are we so scared of falling apart?I am with you_ but are you with me?

The rain inside my head...

WILL YOU BE MY SUNSHINE?

From my friends the angels I lately kept clear, nothing in common but a mortal fear. I tried to understand it but I think I have been done.

The rain inside my head...

WILL YOU BE MY SUNSHINE?

From my friends the angels I lately kept clear, nothing in common but a mortal fear. I tried to understand it but I think I have been done.

BERLIN - KREUZBERGI‘m still not the one you think I am... Schlesisches Tor, 2.30 a.m.

BERLIN - KREUZBERGI‘m still not the one you think I am... Schlesisches Tor, 2.30 a.m.

Dance The Darkness!

Dance The Darkness!

FIX ME A DRINKM I C H E L L E , Y O U ‘ R E T H E K I N D O F G O D D E S S I N E E DCaught in obscurity everyone is showing me heaven. Feel my unconsciousness, dare to touch my limbless trunk of fear. You appeared as a maverick but ended drowning in the crowd. From embarrssing innocence to dried-out rainbows in my mind, you are the kind - the kind of goddess I need.Cry me a river, girl, but don‘t you take this for real. Stuck in in-sanity everyone is hunting for a smile. Tell me a secret joke but don‘t talk dirty about Berlin. No reason for a booze-up in this tragic moment of loss. From embarrassing eloquence to cloudy sunshine in my heart, you are the kind - the kind of goddess I need.Sometimes I die the death of another man. In acute schizo-phrenic mood the other is dying for me. Sometimes I laugh the laughter of another man. In exhausted cheerfulness the man is laughing for me.Give me your hand, Michelle, I‘m the kind of god you need. Buried in oblivion everyone is choking from crap. From em-barrassing ignorance to happy sadness in my chest, you are the kind - the kind of goddess I need.

w w w . d i s o r d e r u n i v e r s e . c o m

if disfunction is a functionthen i must be some kind of

if disfunction is a functionthen i must be some kind of

if disfunction is a functionthen i must be some kind of

if disfunction is a functionthen i must be some kind of

genius

and then the STORM came...hide - hide - hide - hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Run - Hide -Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - TRy not to Die

and then the STORM came...hide - hide - hide - hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Run - Hide -Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - TRy not to Die

anybody listening?Is there anyone who takes care?

anybody listening?Is there anyone who takes care?

hide - hide - hide - hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Run - Hide -Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - TRy not to Die

hide - hide - hide - hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Run - Hide -Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - Hide - TRy not to Die

1 9 6 9Once I have seen you on tv. You were as beau-ty as a beauty queen can be. Please come closer because in the beginning it is nothing but a strange idea of thousand naked bodies on the ground of a sea.Come on, girl, give me your heart, don‘t be mean and release me to death. Just a short step back and all things are done.

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5 a.m.

bury meBury me deep in the depths of your eyes, I‘m the hopeless case of infatuation, the tragic moment in everyone‘s life. I‘m the dedication of prejudice.Bury me deep in beautiful memories. The taste of your skin is still driving me mad. I‘m a wretched creature of helplessness, the parasite of society.Bury me deep in the garden of eden. I hate to play Jesus while you are selling my soul. Someone has told me life is a gift and I was stupid enough to believe in him.Bury my mind in communication. I‘m still the reason for your endless disease. I‘m the worst case scenario. I‘m the worst case scenario.

a l i v e

Bury me deep in the depths of your eyes, I‘m the hopeless case of infatuation, the tragic moment in everyone‘s life. I‘m the dedication of prejudice.Bury me deep in beautiful memories. The taste of your skin is still driving me mad. I‘m a wretched creature of helplessness, the parasite of society.Bury me deep in the garden of eden. I hate to play Jesus while you are selling my soul. Someone has told me life is a gift and I was stupid enough to believe in him.Bury my mind in communication. I‘m still the reason for your endless disease. I‘m the worst case scenario. I‘m the worst case scenario.

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