Tragic Air Songtext
von Asthma Choir

The intrinsic myth that has been around
Is not there for diversion
We round up the wily spook
But nothing on the table relies on physics

Tragic air
Shield me from the intake
Have I still not improved?
Deviltry, is it you?


A glottal stop sent to the outside world
Now it leaps over from host to host
Draws a face onto a face
It faces a straw out of the mace
The ever screaming lady is pushing her cart

Tragic air
Elevate the impact
The answer is no
To providential pallidness
Where is that blue shine
To shed some myth about?
Divorced from this zone
Flare out and recommence