Teksty

 

Slow decomposition of a body, a body of humanity.

Forgotten by God, convicted to self - destruction.

Slow decomposition of a body, a body of humanity.

Forgotten by God, convicted to self - destruction.

 

Omnipresent rot, filth, diseases and additions,

Unwanted children, remorseless parents,

Pedophilia, sadomasochist excitement,

Everyday suicidal thoughts

Desire to leave that world without any prospects.

 

Slow decomposition of a body, a body of humanity.

Forgotten by God, convicted to self - destruction.

Slow decomposition of a body, a body of humanity.

Forgotten by God, convicted to self - destruction.

 

Increasing differences, lack of understanding

All lead to fateful self - destruction.


 

 

Death for a wish, so many want her…quick, painless,

death for a wish!

Another drug separates me from happiness

Another drug will release me from that hell

I wish I would die, I hanker after salvation

I have had enough of this life, frustration and lack of understanding

 

Death for a wish, so many want her…quick, painless

 

"Good" people gave me advice, they moralized:

"Get yourself together"-they say, "Don’t be such a looser"

They diagnosed me as sociopath

Gave me help by convicting me for an isolation

 

All I want it's freedom from society, from hate

Will my dream about beautiful world ever happen?

 

Death for a wish so many want her…quick, painless

because there is nothing worth living left

Death for a wish, why have I failed again?

Death! Death! Death! Death!

 

 

(inspired by relation of Wilhelm Brasse, prisoner no. 3444 of Auschwitz,
camp photographer)

 

I see faces all the time, I don't remember any more how many they were

I still can’t sleep because of shooting fear in their eyes

I live with stigma of genocide crime, I saw hell on the earth

That fear I will take with me to my grave, to the other world

 

Portraits of murders, portraits of victims

I portrayed crimes, endless number of them

 

I got to know butchers, I know how sick human mind can be

I looked at tortures, I know what elate an executioner

 

Violence, suffering, pain, humiliation

 

On photos I saved lust and excitement

I saved horror and fear

 

I cursed my mother for giving birth to me in that world

I disowned God because he let to devils exist in human bodies

I live with stigma of crime, I saw hell on the earth

I will take that fear with me to my grave, to the other world

 

I will take that fear with me to my grave, when the angel of death knocks on my door

I will take that fear with me to my grave, when my life comes to the end


 

...SOON!

 

...SOON!

 

...SOON!

 

...SOON!

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