Tiamat
                             Gaia

- Gaia (video edit)             3:45
- The ar (radio cut)            3:25
- When you're in                5:50
- Whatever that hurts (video edit)  4:20
- The ar (ind. mix)             2:28
- Visionaire (remixed longform version)  4:55


     Gaia

A new serum eradicates the illness. An 
old man rises from his wheelchair .When 
suffering unknown attacks the painless
and common animals are becoming rare.
As water spins in circles twice, spiders,
snakes and the little mice get twisted 
around and tumble down. When nature 
calls we all shall drown. If the earth is 
dying of a growing thirst rain shall fall 
on dried out soil. And every kind of bud 
shall burst a sough of relief to insects - 
turmoil. As water spins in circles twice,
spiders, snakes and the little mice get 
twisted around and tumble down. When 
nature calls we all shall drown.


     the AR

Within the heart of every man
this symbol is its deep, a truly 
all descending power but 
unfortunately still asleep. You 
may put your hands before 
your eyes but its gleam is 
neverending. How much you 
turn it inside out it conceals 
just understanding. "The five 
pointed grey star carven, the 
sign of the Aryan race, the five 
pointed grey star carven on 
the forehead of an evil face"


     Whatever That Hurts

Decoction of Jimsonweed slimy trailing 
plants distil. Claustrophobia and blood 
mixed seed cursed downstairs against my 
will. Cobweb sticks to molten years,
cockroaches served with cream. I wipe the 
silver bullet tears and with every tear a 
dream... Honey tea, psilocybe larvae.
Honeymoon, silver spoon, psilocybe tea.
Energy trickles with the tide. Masterminds 
and the suicide squad drink acid water by 
my side, stake the saviour of their daily 
fraud. Overfilled toothpaste tubes,
sleepless and timeless faces. Drippety drop
on sugarcube, the one eyed's eye twinkles 
and gazes... Honey tea, psilocybe larvae.
Honeymoon, silver spoon, psilocybe tea.


     Visionaire

With a solar knife I split the sky and 
walk right in between to search the 
answers to every "Why?", where I 
have seen the unseen. I stole the 
colour of night to get out of your 
sight. I am the visionaire, follow me 
if you dare... I count the stars in my 
hands and dream myself strong to 
watch them twinkle on my command
as once a year in midwinter songs. I 
stole the colour of night to get out 
of your sight. I am the visionaire,
follow me if you dare...