Prohn & Spott – Time
There´s a big white rabbit running to a hole. He got no time to tell you where he has been. Mortality, fading like the sun. Did he believe that I’m the chosenRead More…
There´s a big white rabbit running to a hole. He got no time to tell you where he has been. Mortality, fading like the sun. Did he believe that I’m the chosenRead More…
Flashing lights and blaring sirens Voices screaming, children crying The world is turning And deafening my head I’m trying to recall my memory To escape this mess inside me I can’t rememberRead More…
Du liegst in meinen Armen, die zerschnitten sind. Du schluckst eine Pille, gegen dein ungeborenes Kind. Du schaust auf einen Teller, mit gesplittertem Rand. Anstelle Honig hast du Blut an deiner Hand.