Inquietude Songtext
von Mistral

Longing for the ether
The gentle birdsong tears into my lapsing pose

Plagued by what I could have been
And the gentle birdsong tears into my slowly lapsing pose

I am slave to your comfort
I am dirt to your dogma


Forever
Ingratiating myself

Howling after lost compassion
In this stillnes I have stirred

Unkempt nails wounding the leather
Eyes - marbles in glass
Smothered by concrete towers, drenched in sweat
A cold needle′s point is felt
Somewhere