Mr. Graveman said

does a field, where the giant flowers are grow
knows that it`s so gray as the moon?
i`ve read in a newspaper we all will be gone
i don`t grieve that all is ending too soon.

i tell you - everything changes and therefore stays the same
this bad landscape is just proving my words.
and knowledge is just devoursing your brain
if you still have something to be devoursed.


I cant see further than i can reach and it`s hard keep walking
i take out words right from this smoke but who is goddamn smoking?

he who`s talking and talking does`nt know the truth he is lying or just joking
why do you believe me then million Years passed away and i`m still talking?


once a time i`ve known a man he`d got a pivot you know
he always used to strive right ahead
but Harvester came and put him into a row
you know you are just like all then you are dead

i don`t mean sooner or later you`ll anyway fail
but you just be more kind to your fists
so it goes. and it`s still a buterfly and a gale.
and over it something that doesnt exist.

and he who used to sing about changing of time will be found boring
i misled is it on the the whole need to think or to worry


so dont listen dont follow me it`s a false step that i`m making.
i even cant tell apart am i designing my word or just faking.