Quarkyloidea
W:O:A Metalmaster
Fat Bread - At days like these
Hey there - what's up?
How are you? How late is it?
Almost nine - okay
Gonna go get some breakfast quickly
Turning on my walkman, closing the door
walk along the street to the store
Because they sell the best buns all around
Can have a quick look in the newspaper while waiting
Something about a major offensive
Incountable amounts of bombs dropped at some small town
Many people died
Erased from earth in only one night
I pay and leave the bakery
still hearing the news reader
"Situation worsened dramatically- but fantastic weather today!"
Suddenly a "bang" and shattered glas everywhere
The neighbour's cat was hit at an car accident
The image can really spoil your mood
What is that damn critter's right to die just in front of my eyes?
real crazy show
on tv and radio
The sun is laughing "schadenfroh"
at days like these
no one who could tell me why
At breakfast or dinner
The questions bother me badly
At days like this
Millions endangered of dieing of starvation estimated by UNICEF
While I just hack some healthy fruits in the blender
Watching a child with a fly sitting in it's sad eyes
Know that it's really cruel, but shit, I don't feel anything
What's wrong with me? Damn, how is that possible?
maybe I've seen it too often. You're almost seeing it daily nowadays
But why can't by now not even this shock me anymore?
While somewhere humans die of dirty water
This numb feeling, this emptiness in my head
Things like that don't happen to us. But how would it be if they did?
And the questions tear me apart and I can't bear that shit anymore
They don't have anything to eat and I have stones in my stomach
What did he just say? At such a normal sunday
there happens a cruel way a brutal attac
With six people being killed. The injured cry out names
Those cruel acts won't let me sleep at night anymore
and I can still see the image from tv
Some young man standing in the dust
Begging for his child and wife
Now I start wondering how it might feel to loose the own child
Even before it's first birthday
But this is out of my possible range of imagination
The terrorists might have felt full of hate for the enemy
Maybe they had love for their famillies and even had been fathers of their own
Sometimes watching the news something weird happens to me
Because by now we're parents ourselves
Brought a child into this world
Then it happens that I feel fear of things that could happen to us
That I could loose the ones I love, that things like that really happen
In the middle of the night I awake full of sweat
And I sneak into my daughter's room to her bed just to listen to the silent sound of her breathing