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i catwalked the boulevards
a god without adorers
dead passengers turned around
and sighed like a strange chorus

but then i passed you and it was cruel
you instantly caught me with your reticule

faster than sonic speed you impacted
i tried hard to stay upright and correct it
you stopped inside my hurted brain
my boiling blood fell like hard rain

youre a missile
youre a bullet with my name

when youre a victim you lose all disciples
no ambulance there for first-aid supply
life wont floating out of my distant body
for there is you to help not to die

youre a not removable projectile
ill have to bear you for a while
your positions right behind my face
removing you would be the death

youre a bullet with my name

words: j. vogeltanz 1997