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Mein zerbrochener Körper spricht

Lyrics 

You say the words but they don’t land right
Feels like you’re hiding something every time
I wanna open up, I wanna try
But every promise sounds like just another lie

And I’m tired of falling for the same old lines
Tired of being blinded every time
You say you’re different, maybe you are
But my heart’s still covered in scars

It’s hard to believe you
When everyone before you
Left me in pieces, left me in shadows
Now I’m afraid to let go
It’s hard to believe you
Even though I want to
I’m trying to trust, but the truth is
I’m still protecting what once was ruined

You reach for me but I pull back slow
Not because of you, but the things I know
I’ve seen the damage loving someone can do
And I’m scared you’ll turn out just like they do

And I’m tired of falling for the same old lines
Tired of being blinded every time
You say you’re different, maybe you are
But my heart’s still covered in scars

It’s hard to believe you
When everyone before you
Left me in pieces, left me in shadows
Now I’m afraid to let go
It’s hard to believe you
Even though I want to
I’m trying to trust, but the truth is
I’m still protecting what once was ruined

Maybe one day I’ll let you in
But I can’t pretend I’m ready yet
If you stay long enough, you’ll see
It’s not distrust in you…
It’s the history in me

Guarded Heart

Black Mirrors v2

The Hell Is Above

Do The Fairies Dance (Club Mix)

[Verse 1]
How can I miss someone I don’t wanna miss?
How can something simple hurt me like this?
I’m not asking for too much, just a moment that feels right.
But I don’t know when it’s coming, or if it ever will arrive.

[Pre-Chorus]
I keep searching in the shadows, for a hand that feels like home.
Someone who makes me feel I’m worthy, even when I feel alone.

[Chorus]
I’m waiting for that one who makes me feel good enough.
Where I don't need to think, only dream, only love.
A place where I feel safe, where my heart can finally rest.
Where I don’t have to hide the trembling in my chest.
Oh, I’m waiting for that one who makes me feel good enough.

[Verse 2]
I don’t know where to go, or how I’m meant to find.
The goal I keep on chasing in the corners of my mind.
What am I doing wrong? What is it that I missed?
I try to move faster, but the fear keeps pulling in.

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause you can’t force someone to see the light you’re burning with.
They must find it on their own, in a moment that just fits.

[Chorus]
I’m waiting for that one who makes me feel good enough.
Where I don't need to think, only dream, only love.
A place where I feel safe, where my heart can finally rest.
Where I don’t have to hide the trembling in my chest.
Oh, I’m waiting for that one who makes me feel good enough.

[Bridge]
Maybe someday, someone will see
The quiet hope that lives in me.
Maybe someday, I’ll understand.
Why love slips through my open hands.
But I’m holding on, I’m holding on…

[Final Chorus]
For that one who makes me feel good enough.
Where I don't need to think, only dream, only love.
A place where I feel safe, where my soul can rise above.
Where the fear finally softens into trust.
Oh, I’m waiting for that one who makes me feel loved.
Yeah… who makes me feel loved.




Heart in Place

Umbrella for a Ghost

Transmission 011 — The Work Is Not Forgotten
Recovered from the Scribe’s private archive. Signal temperature: warm. No hostility detected.

After the firestorm of Transmission 010, Daniel expected silence.
He expected the heavens to turn away.
He expected judgment to fall like rain on the ruins of his immaturity.

But God has never been the kind of King who leaves His children alone in their shame.

When 011 arrived, it came not like fire
but like a hand on the back of a trembling man
pulling him close.
Pulling him upright.
Pulling him out of the ashes he thought disqualified him.

For the first time since the transmissions began, the voice did not correct.
It comforted.

“Beloved… I have not forgotten your love.”
“Every act, every offering, every quiet yes… I saw it.”

It broke something in Daniel.
Not pride.
Not rebellion.
But the lie that he was unseen.

Because the Scribe had served in shadows for most of his life.
He had carried others while bleeding out himself.
He had prayed with shaking hands.
He had obeyed in silence while the City mocked obedience.
He had poured out love with no applause, no reward, no recognition.

Yet heaven remembered.

Heaven remembered everything.

Transmission 011 became a balm on his scorched spirit.
A reminder that the God who warns is the same God who cherishes.
The same God who keeps record of every trembling obedience.
Every unseen sacrifice.
Every moment Daniel chose faith when fear would’ve been easier.

The City did not soften.
The battle did not lighten.
The darkness did not retreat.
But Daniel did not walk alone anymore.

There, in the glow of the broken skyline,
the High Priest whispered through the breach:

“Do not grow weary.
The work is not forgotten.
The promise still stands.”

And something new rose in Daniel’s chest.
Not shame.
Not fear.
But courage.

For the first time, the Scribe believed
he might truly survive what comes next.

Transmission 012 waits beyond the horizon.
And the tone will change again.

The story is not done.

The Work is Not Forgotten

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