Ich bin früher zu Hause
und  kann nicht glauben was ich
da seh
Du liegts in seinem Armen 
sein Arsch ist weiß wie Schnee

Eure Geilheit springt aus dem Zimmer
ihr schaut mich dämlich an
ihr habt Euch  fest umschlungen
wie ying und yang


Ich stehe vor Euch mit fragendem Blick
die Szene scheint still zu stehen
in tausend Filmen und noch viel  mehr
habe ich so etwas schon mal gessehen.

Doch jetzt bist Du es und leider acuh ich
mein Herz stockt  und mir wird ganz flau
Ich such nach Worten die ich abschiessen kann   
und alles was sage ist: Ciao.


Das Bild von euch beiden beim ficken
brennt sich in meinen Schädel ein

Ich nehme noch mit was ich bracuhen kann
dann lass ich euch allein.

so gehe ich langsam Stufe für Stufe 
und komme endlich unten an

Die Tür schließt sich und
bin ich ein freier Mann

Freier Mann

For 3 of the Wadin' tracks... I played over the same simple rhythym... making 3 similarly different tunes, ...in from the sludge... was the first, this was the second...  after choosing love over death I now had to wade... out to see... where and what my choice would bring me...

...Out to See...

This song is about the sensation of having your song played in the radio... And it feels like nirvana to me. I dedicate this song to all musicians !

Vocals and instrumentation: Marcio Hendrik
Mixed by Marcio Hendrik
Mastered by Johnny Mopho @Mophostudio (IG)

(Un)Real Nirvana

Plastic Life

Coma

Without You (Feat. Sergi Yaro)

Another faller, there's some thinning on the lines. 
I suppose this is to be expected over time.
A distant figure stumbles you don't see their face. 
Just glad that you are still competing in the race.

Another day, another dollar, feeling fine.
But then you hear the shots ring out from down the line.
Another winner creates someone else to lose. 
There's lots of people left with lots of things to prove.

You came to me, show me your poetry.
But I just didn't have the time.
How could I know?
One of the first to go.
And those that's left must hold the line.

Another day, another dollar, you're not fine.
You barely notice shells before they hit the line.
Another winner creates people who must lose.
You were enough. 
You had nothing left to prove.

Always sad when old souls fall out of the line.

Hold The Line

Counting days of static gain, where all is lost, but stays the same
And I can't help you with my name.
All the points in between, fill with hope and gasoline.
Let's burn it down with alcohol and nicotine.

We were young and full of hope, but that was long ago I'm on my way.
Fortunes change and so have I, it's getting worse.....why should I try.

Capsize the battleship of lost ambition
The current side of alibies we left behind.
And the thought of gravity, the silence of obscurity,
It's weighing in on everything, and who and when to be.

We were young and full of hope, but that was long ago I'm on my way.
Fortunes change and so have I, it's getting worse.....why should I try.
Loosing ground and piece of mind. A dead end road I might just leave behind.

I might just leave it all behind
Praise the better days that pass us by.

Hope and Gasoline

Nothing

Blown Away Again

Heat welds gum to the sidewalk, lipstick smeared on chrome,
Marquee grins like bad teeth, silk legs on loan,
He sleeps in his car with a guitar and a rearview shrine,
Maps folded on dead ends and a tape deck coughing time.
Streetlight flickers like breath in a drowning lung,
Agent on the corner saying, Kid, you’re too young.
But the mirror shows every unpaid mile,
And the lines all rehearsed like a man on trial.

Headshots pinned like bugs under glass,
Smiles stapled to a future already past.

Welcome to Palm Row, where your name stains tar,
Gold melted down, pawned for a shot of fame.
Each star chaser, another canceled show
Knees split open in the promise glow —
Palm Row.

Cheap motel halo buzzing red and blue,
Perfume masking sweat and last night’s cue.
She paints her mouth like a wound on fire,
Says Hollywood don’t love, it just hires.
Sirens glow on streets slicked hard with sin,
Couple in the diner trading dimes for skin.
Burnt script ash on cracked tile floors,
Smoke slipping out through the back door.

Billboards mock like a final blow,
Looking down on the broken dreams below.

Welcome to Palm Row, where the night chews shine,
Silver screen lies on dotted lines.
Every heartbeat a debt you owe,
And the rent comes due down Palm Row.

Welcome to Palm Row, where angels learn to rust,
Sequins in the gutter, diamonds in dust.
You chase the light till your ribs go cold,
Left out of breath on Palm Row.


Coma

Summer's Shadow