Here in the mud
I wait for the day to end
Silence so close
Like the fold of my childhood
My heart fills with memories of home
With warmth and security
In these shattered landscapes
Detonating the earth
Disemboweled my mind
Monotone senselessness
I will leave the field
This field of stench
As I'm sick of the dead
This inner manifestation
Is my desertion
Iron maggots gorge the flesh
I don't want to die
The inner capitulation
For nostalgia
Now I am here
Here in my cocoos
Everything is changed
And all is gone
Nostalgia
Blood, sweat and puke
I pull the trigger
And shoot!
Nostalgia
