Redivider I

I was laying down on the floor
trying to rest, forget the entire issue’s core
than it broke up, what has been turned to black
the foolness of our heads displaced the view
of manifold and richness naturally

I hear strange melodies, the wind whispers in my ears
telling strange stories, about what everyone fears
Consumption drives us to the ground
meanwhile I hear that awful sound of an automatic generation

I fail in this world let me down, down where I belong
Give me some space, give me a home, where I can be my own

Ohhh, what an awful sound… what an awful sound
what an awful sound of engaged machinery

Brimstone waters are dingy and deep
the forest is charged with dying
within chemicals lays a crippled child
and electricity is burning the wild

The sadness in our souls won’t disappear
If we still go on this way and tear
the world of its balance and kill
diversity and manifold are still
the treasure of our fortune and fill
the treasure of our fortune and fill
I feel forsaken

I fail in this world let me down, down where I belong
Give me some space, give me a home, where I can be my own

We won’t give up – now

“Es mag bestimmt ein Stückweit naiv und kindlich sein, doch was soll man mit der Hilflosigkeit anfangen, wenn man nicht begreift, warum die Fäden Ziehenden keine Logik und Nachhaltigkeit in ihr Handeln einbeziehen. Es scheint schier unmöglich zu verstehen, warum der Mensch sich selbst ans Messer liefert und sich die Ernte verdirbt. Fassungslosigkeit hat diese Zeilen und dieses Liedstück entstehen lassen”

words & music by david dwier