we dreamt to become heroes
spending night after night
in front of flickering monitors,
linked tv-sets, interfaces
we played with the holy youth
eternal burning hologram roses
with textures as winter overcoats
a hand instead of kisses
but who still cares
when i leave the lines
we lost our childhood
moving, spreading, copying
dead in the morning, pills at noon
nowhere a place of sufficient size
we were maiden criminals
hunting for the ultimate truth
while neonlights hide the world outside
we kept on waiting for the done-button to press
you can't stop us delivering information
you can't take coder`s hands and make them wings
but i don't care anymore
so i am leaving the lines tonight |