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Hermann wants to eat nicotine. Sometimes.He asks for a lot.He paces space to make himself nervousbecause some people are just better at surviving than living.If you want to get heavy he'll teach you.He knows it.He spends his time falling from the weight.He's got a lead brain.It's a battle magnet.He carries it around by the guilt strapsdon't laugh-you didn't see the size of the blizzard that birthed him.fits of snow, cotton rocks, whipped white bullet stretchespinned with chips of teeth to his habbit of crying for help.he doesn't land well-hates landing-it reminds him of not living up.listen-I know there were days you wanted to die.Hermann will not bow down to gravity.Falling, he catches up to himself in mid-air just before the ground smacks.Pullthroats, they call it.Sharp turner.SongtexteNothing touches the ground here.Ground is a capacity.He sees that.He falls backHe patches parachutes together with a kite knifeIt's big enough to raise him in the up draftswhere he hides himself away in angles of airoutlined by his knack for believing that this life..it's gonna work itself out. Aus Songtexte Mania