Visions & Disorders

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Released October 7 in 2017. Produced and mixed by Gypus Chelofan. Mastering by Carl Saff and artwork by Elisabeth Dreyer.

Also available at:
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Songs (hit + for lyrics)

1. Nocturnal Hysteria pt. 1

Rest your sore head
Kiss the calm feathers
Catch the void
Let it pull
Don't mind the hell that creeps above

Dance with the noise
Let it scoop you up
Mount the dream
Ride its tour
Do mind the grave that lurks inside

Crack in the heart
Silent explosion that ends me
Everything hurts
Does it imply that I am?
I'm punching my arm to exist

Expiring lung
Choking implosion that ends me
Stabbing my arm
Chasing my breath as it's fading
I die every other night
Funny how humans adapt to most things

2. Mail Order Doom (WHWGH)

As you ditch the errorless path,
there is a malice that's tremblin' within.
It's raging.

As you mock our perfect design,
there is a crackdown that tick in our fists.
The ruling of fate is on.

Here we are; your mail order doom.
Righteous and faithful, with bliss in our eyes.
Hate is here with a license to kill.
We read then we do.

We read then we do...

3. Milk The Peacock

Milk the peacock. Deep fry its song.
Syntax salad the dada thrill.
We're the aliens that alienates.
Stage the opera that you will gag.

We're pushing on. We're pushing on.

Shrieks so dazzling - the real air waves.
Shots so meaty - the true billboards.
Stubborn beacons that pave new ways.
Bleed the art-show that you will boo.

We’re pushing on. We’re pushing on.

The mobs that quash are mindless sheep.

Goon awful guardians of the moneybag grab, will you grow a pair soon?
Is it a myth or is your world in fact hollow?

We know a Jack who did his flaming art to an audience of null.
Emoting to air and with a heart so pure, imagine that.

Did we just strike your imagery, oh my, it must hurt like a bitch.
Here come the kicker that will make you cry; we've just begun.

4. Lost In My Cocoon

Pop the lid
Whirl the cells
Lost in my cocoon bending sounds
Private flights

Three huge knocks
On the frame
Who or what has come?
I'm not in
I'm somewhere

Wipe off your dreams
It is here

Grab its hand
That human rite
Everything feels alien

5. An Opus So Far In

I´ll funk the moon with my chopstick.
Blow Jazz for the rupture and her moonbeam.

I'll pump my chaos in cosmos.
An opus so far in.
Will I make it?

...but sometimes I fear that my quest is utter madness, despite knowing that ones dreams should be chased. Stifling...angst begone.

I'll squirt the flag with a Pollock.
Dirt dance for the iris.
Will you catch it?

6. Trans-Atlantic Ache

I´m here. Through the screen I´m close, yet far away from your tears that are freaking out.
Falling grief. Want to catch you. You are scaring me.

Now as you change. You claim that all is roses, but time has shown otherwise. Recurring pain. Getting wilder. You are scaring me.

Am I a mourner´s dump? A thing you use for venting, then stow - or am I a friend? No venom here. Let me catch you. Compassion is my name.

E.L.N.
You are loved.

7. Nocturnal Hysteria pt. 2

I am the curse
which I am weaving
into my years.
When will I end?

8. An Archetype

You know this song; an archetype
It guides us through the nights

Always, always keeping on
Try to find the way

All is full of love
We are almost there

 

Top syd turvye

Released October 31 in 2014. Produced and mixed by Gypus Chelofan. Mastering by Carl Saff and artwork by Gypus Chelofan.

Also available at:
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Songs (hit + for lyrics)

1. Doublessence

Sitting still and pushing air.
You ́re searching.
You're seizing the movement.
Antsy breast gulping big.

Snap the day and start the race to somewhere.
You're musing for something.
Fuming mind shoots beyond.

Whack! Right on the dome.
Crack! It is here.

You ́ve got to deal with your chaos now that you ́re drinking from the seat.
Brace yourself for full impact ́cause it ́s about to blow yr being wrong side out and show you something.
Mind-soup swirls beneath, born at kickoff, with its own time.
Unseen life below, now in focus, messing you up.

Shut down!

You have caught the turbid deep.

Heal your soul brave child.
You have seen much.
Breathe!
Breathe!

2. Amen, right now!

The graceful vase with his zest cracks somewhere in time.
The little heart that remains crumbles up and rots.

He ́s made a choice.
He ́s giving up, stopping time.
He will live, yet not.

The cancelled boy sits and stare. He has drowned inside.
Disturbing winds blow below as the pain swirls up and chokes the boy.

The godless soul hits the floor in a last attempt:
Amen!
Amen, right now!

3. Mind the mindbend

All the pain the world has witnessed burns in you.
This ordeal it blurs your life and slaps your truth.

And your gone.
Passed out.
Brave child.

Brain on high is melting, crashing and it ́s dim.
“Living on, yet not” you fool, it ́s on or off.

Either way, you fear your choice.

Stay with the mess.
Your soul is at risk as reality flips and your life fractures.

Hold what is left.
Don ́t you get lost as you see your shadow and the breath that ́s beneath.

Mind the mindbend.
Focus. Mind the mindbend.
Focus.

It feels like the turmoil is set in stone.
I ́m grabbing a gun if it gets too wild.
The world found beneath I could never see, but now I see.
I ́m trying to part, but it pulls me down.

Where ́s my name?
Now I fade.
Am I dead?
Can I live?
Now I try.

Show me a way, a road back to life and to co-exist with the wild world found below.

4. Croon into the light

Seven years was the key.
After dark there comes light.
Mind your shade – it lives on.
Now you must rule the balance.

Musing for hidden hues.
It ́s a must, but it can kill.
This you know as you bloom.
Breathe afresh child, croon ́to the light.

Babalo babba
Babalo babba
Mala mala-oh
Mana mana mana

 

Psyche

Released January 30 in 2013. Produced and mixed by Gypus Chelofan. Mastering by Carl Saff and artwork by Kristina Aakre.

Also available at:
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Songs (hit + for lyrics)

1. Hail to the fight

Always hustling, always dealing in my head
There's a battle, there's an evil in my veins
Have a puzzle, have an error in my heart
There ́s a ritual, there ́s a potion for my song...

...for my head...for my veins...for my heart...for my song...

Waking in, downhill climb
This is my blues in time
Hail to the fight!

2. Head wounds

Way-uhm-ohh...
I made a door
I got inside

Way-uhm-ohh...
I fell in deep
I fooled around

I launched and I shot to space
I flew and I lost my way
Deep treks that are useless
Head wounds that may never heal

Way-uhm-ohh...
I poked the frame I broke on through
Way-uhm-ohh...
I saw a bulb
I blew its fuse

I sailed and I hit a rock
I dove and I lost my air
Sub tours that are worthless
Head wounds that may never heal

I try to cope with my head wounds

3. Dingy heart

Like a cock in a cage
You implode to a blank
You sink in!

A smile that ́s sad is put on
You undress to a clown
You fall funny!

See those lustrous eyes?
Don ́t stare them into being
Ignite your dingy heart

Is this what you ́ve become?
A smiling lost depressive
You ́re human and need love
A fact of life

Like a peacock ́s mighty plumage
You ́ll untangle to a beauty

4. Subessethereal

Ahhh...now I head into the flight.
Watch as I flex without a move.
Laugh as I sport my Kaufmanian gaze.
Flake in his shrine exploring heights.

In this stream fear is none.
Eyes have flown God has come.
Such a ball church lies here.
Catch the catch reap with care.

I live for this...

Strike the mind and let it sing to the...
Strike the mind and let it sing to the hands.

5. W.G.

Will you bare your tricks? Can they nail your kicks?
You ́re the veiled beast - will you feast hard?
We can ́t do much - we try...oh why?
I ́m scared!

6. Jeopardous

Knife, wrist, once more...
Gauze, gash, once more...
Jeopardous!

I brought a smile to your face
I licked your recent attempt
Right there I ended your loop
I ́m a clown

Your man peed on the floor
Sick boy marking his world
You said he beat you and worse shit
Hope you ́re ́round

Hope he ́s turned around, I hope you ́re still around, I hope he ́s turned around...

I am changing your ways, I am changing his ways from afar

7. Hell is in this well

Torture in all
I have quit me

Pinch flesh
Bang head
Chase light
Choose him?
Taste time
Cut hand It ́s warm
It ́s cold

Have I quit me?

Give me that pill that mysterious kill
Pull this clown from his stuporous drown
I ́m crucified and God ́s not replied
There ́s hell in this well and it deadens my yell

Strap my limbs
Lock away my wrists
Crack my skull
Then take out the trash
Hell is in this well

Hell is in all

8. Gabrien Chronic & The Malady Bees

A vexing enigma
A detailed tough devil, but...

You ́re the one
You ́re the grand designer

You ́re the sting
You ́re my thing

I beat you till stillness
I yearn for your lessening, still...

You ́re the one
You ́re my life commitment

You ́re the sting
You ́re my thing

Pain, then rest
Rest, then pain
Chronic cycle

Pain, then rest
Rest, then pain
Life long journey

until death do us in
until you do me in
until death do us in
until you do me in

I see the world and its usual beat
My days are different, is that ok?
A promise I can ́t make or keep I ́m truly sorry, I hope you ́ll stay...

There are others with my malady
We care for it like a spouse
We sing this stubborn balladry
A hoping chant in our haunted house

I kneel for you
I give my pledge
You ́re my best fiend
Ad vitam

9. Memorandum to my friends

I ́m so sorry for canceling.
Stay, please stay.

10. A demon´s head

I often fear the dream ahead, rising
A demon ́s head ́s been at night through my life

In dreams you can ́t shut off your eyes

It punctures me back to life, gasping
In ancient times dreams were signs sent from gods

In dreams you can ́t shut off your eyes

Oh wicked face I see you
I see

11. Strum thy bones and sky

Rise up and breathe, inhale the change
Breathe out and begin - start the new
And don ́t you cling to what has been
You have plucked the worried string far too long
You ́re born again - a sparkling child
Strum thy bones and sky

Holy me, oh my - you ́re fabulous and strong and...
don ́t you fear the altitude
It ́s just long since you have flown

I ́m holding you
You ́re fabulous
I ́m holding you
You ́re fabulous

 

Trance eloquent wings

Released in 2009. Produced by Gypus Chelofan. Mixed by Robert Jønnum and Gypus Chelofan. Mastering by Robert Jønnum and artwork by Gypus Chelofan.

Also available at:
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Songs (hit + for lyrics)

1. Ultimatum

How in hell did this happen? This crude identity theft?
This swallowing of oneself...this fall inside...
this violent compression of thoughts...this ugly diminishing towards null...

I made a promise to myself that I couldn’t keep. I promised to never touch that again, but I had to stick my eager tentacles in it. I poked so deep that I almost disappeared into air, into nothing, into...to...in...

I will never question it again. I will never rub shoulders with it for as long as I live. I will leave myself alone. I will be. I was and I am. I am me.

2. Am I dying?

Am I dying?

Fever fuck
Boiling me
Tell me mum
Am I dying?

Sweat of doom
Endless drain
Tell me mum
Am I dying?

3. You will find me on the horizon

You’ll find me on the horizon,
hanging heavily, burning both ends

I will stare
Then I will hide
I don’t know what I am capable of

I will scream
Then I will hide
I don’t know what the I is capable of

How many times, How many times
How many times will I, How many times must I

How many times, How many times
How many times will I, How many times must I

4. Don´t cut yrselves

H - The great collapse. Suicide and such.
E - Confusion is on. Wrist, pills and/or rope?
L - The heads of lead. Locked in silent screams.
P - The trembling hearts. Buried in glaciers.

Don´t cut yrselves. Don´t bang yr heads. I pray for them. I walk with them. This fall inside will pass, be sure. Yr heads will shine, if given time.

H - The oozy gloom dripping from our eyes.
E - The spirit is lost. Hope has left the bones.
L - Emotions have flown. Left us ´cause its cold.
P - The kill is near. Wrist, pills and/or rope?

Don´t cut yrselves. Don´t bang your heads. I pray for them. I walk with them. This fall inside will pass be sure. Yr heads will shine, if given time.

5. Every minute needs an adult

I remember you in the hallway
STOP IT
I remember me bending into myself
STOP IT

Petite and fresh he was
A sparkling new one with clean and holy veins
The staircase monster-slide lured with its
joyful ride - my back blind, my back blind

Every minute needs an adult

The staircase was dented with new born flesh
and cried at with pain - the yelp, that horror sound
That second, that fatherless slip
It killed us both
Sorrow, numbness so lame boxed me in

It boxed me in
It boxed me in
I boxed me in
I boxed me in

Every minute needs an adult
Every second needs a daddy

I remember you in the hallway
STOP IT
I remember me bending into myself
STOP IT

6. We are the Seafants

La sea trash upon us
Forcing salt into us

Seaweed wrap around us
Our lungs eat the ocean

“One remembers the thousands of men, struggling, panicking and in the end giving up. Surrendering themselves to this brutal force that take lives in the most natural way.”

Sea drones, hum forever
Salt kings, we’re forever, forever, forever...

“We remember those eyes, those horror full eyes. The decapitation of hearts, but remember when you enter the ocean you will be amongst us and we’ll sing:

We are flowing through yr hands and feet
We are drifting through yr blood and veins
We are Seafants caressing you and them
We are Seafants reflecting moon and stars

7. To hell with melancholy

Ahhh...
Go-di-ba-ohm...
Ahhh...
Mum-bah

Hey hey
Joy
Hello
Life
Ta-ra
hell
I love
me
I glow

Ahhh...
Bo-di-da-ohm...
Ahhh...
Gum-bih
Heart bliss

Ahhh...
Ba-le-si-ohm...
Ahhh...
Yeah-Ooo...

8. Crucified by depression

C-r-u-c-I-f-I-e-d

Cardboard people
Auto movements
Meets these eyes

Booming forehead
Twitching fingers
Rocks my world

C-r-u-c-I-f-I-e-d

Days are weeks now
Ticking loudly
Time is vast

“We will see you in 5 minutes”
“That ́s to long!”

C-r-u-c-I-f-I-e-d

9. Come on! Reach!

Gloom-jinxed drama haunts yr joy
Homesick calm pleads: “love me boy”

Cease the dark
Kill the nerves
Light is near
Come on! Reach! Please!

Funeral wishes eats yr name
Stranded sun begs: “flee from rain”

Cease the dark
Kill the nerves
Light is near
Come on! Reach! Please!

 

Góra

Released in 2008. Produced, mixed and mastered by Gypus Chelofan. Artwork by Gypus Chelofan.

Songs (all instrumentals)

1. SadoMachoPrism

2. The yawning fatalist

3. Can you hear the mountains?

4. Emotiometer

 

Our prolonged black rebirth

Released in 2006. Produced by Gypus Chelofan. Mixing by Robert Jønnum, Terje Evensen and Gypus Chelofan. Mastering by Strype and artwork by Gypus Chelofan.

Also available at:
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Songs (hit + for lyrics)

1. They walk away

They walk away
Once again they walk away
Melting flowers
Haunts the mind
They wreck us all

I invested much in them
I held those hearts and hands so true
I can’t believe I fell for those lying smiles
They sent my heart to hell

They walk away
Once again they walk away
Melting flowers
Haunts the mind
They wreck us all

Feelings wild and grand I showed
I held my rose between my lips and hoped
I can’t believe I fell for those empty eyes
I wish them dreams of hell

They walk away
Once again they walk away
Melting flowers
Haunts the mind
They wreck us all

Kiss me, hold me
Kiss me with yr hearts
Take me, heal me
Kiss me with yr hearts
Drink me, be me
Kiss me with yr hearts
Smile at me like you mean it
Kiss me with yr hearts

2. Burn yr thoughts and wake up!

Burn yr thoughts
Kill that voice
Break the spell
Wake up...

Force that brain
Reach for it
Believe in him
Wake up...

I’m not sane
I’m hearing things
I’m pregnant and gone
My child will be lost

I am doomed
and so is my child
I’m hearing things
and so will my boy

Burn yr thoughts
Kill that voice
Break the spell
Wake up...

Force that brain
Reach for it
Believe in him
Wake up...

3. We hit with God´s hands

Mouth leaks out blood
Tear meets floor
Dogs howl endlessly into the broken face

Hands meet ribbon
Ears awaits info, but a wordless cry
and a crack are the only sounds

Sticks raised to sky to symbolically
represent the holy thrust of God

We’ll make you leak, make you hush
With our uniforms and Gods approval
we will crush yr thoughts

We hit with God by our side
We hit with God ́s hands

Face rearranged
Tears have stopped
Dogs lick crudely the stark blood on the dead head

We made him leak, forced his hush
Now his words and evil tongue have stopped,
but “God” will strike again

We hit with God by our side
We hit with God ́s hands

4. We hit with God´s hands - Revisited

Hear these words
let them freeze in your hearts

We own yr heads

Dance, motherfuckers be, but we hit hard on yr souls

We own yr heads

We are God
God is us
We are God
God is us

5. I am Rambo (Master of serotonin)

Day in day out in my war
Strangling dull thoughts, healing head

I´ll knife myself with blades of bliss
I´ll die, wake up and smile

I´ll kill myself with bombs of mirth
I´ll die, wake up and smile

Day in day out in my war
Strangling dull thoughts, healing head

I will fight, I will fight, I will smile, I will smile

6. Hymn of praise (For the subtleties and brutalities of lust)

Come gather, you bloodhounds - the meat is rare!
Join the master-race-gangbang in the metasphere! Yeah!

Go rebels, rush forwards! Be-bop-a-lu-la!
Don't let those rigid mothers nor preachers fool ya!

Now stretch out on my altar and sacrifice yourself to me, girl...

We're subtle, but brutal, we're bits of both -
Let's honor the captain of our drunken boat.

 

Yr Royal Jetlag Gospel

Released in 2003. Produced and mixed by Alpine Those Myriads & Robert Jønnum. Mastering by Strype and artwork by Tor Edvin Strøm.

Also available at:
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Songs (hit + for lyrics)

1. My fertile hour pt. 1

My youth my flower
My fertile hour
Coocoo hooray
My dada day

To die a thousand deaths
But still keep fit and not decay
My girl my maid
Bunny parade
To die a thousand deaths
To safely land in barns of hay

2. My untamed split

My untamed split
My untamed split
It´s gonna waltz

Crying babies with trumpets bent
I feel like a knife
If you start spewing dust
I´ll refuse to speak with you and you
My untamed split

Try to have a conversation
Try to have a conversation
Try to have a conversation
Try to have a conversation
With me!

A beast is I
A blade with blood
A servant belonging to the seasick thought

I wished a wish
It washed its way
Looping the valley of the inbred thought

Here am I the jaunty one
A wrecked and a wrecker I believe in me

Where are you my broken half
I live in waiting for a you and me

3. We envy you (?!)

While exquisite egos nestle
Yawnfully I piss on your sound
Soundless, muffled, hollow dreams
Disturbes our Royal Jetlag Gospel

Now, here comes the awful truth
We´ll die to hunt your squarelings darlings

Where are we?
Here are we
Stranded by shore
Diving for pearls

Here we are
Where are we?
Diving for pearls
Stranded by shore

We envy you

While exquisite egos nestle
Yawnfully I piss on your sound
Soundless, muffled, hollow dreams
Disturbes our Royal Jetlag Gospel

4. Love is a fascist invention

It´s all over
you´ll be like your daddy and you´ll die
having had too little fun.
It´s all over
from now on your beauty will subside
´cause you were not the one.

Love is a fascist invention
how do you like that phrase, ma?
cupid´s single pretension
is to breed a zillion - dollar race.

In a restless world like this is
love is over before it´s begun
but i´ve got a brand new thesis:
there´s thirty ways to make a good man come.

It´s all over
you´ll be like your daddy and you´ll die
having had too little fun.
it´s all over
from now on your beauty will subside
´cause you were not the one.

In a restless world like this is
love is over before it´s begun
but i´ve got a brand new thesis:
there´s thirty ways to make a good man come.

Love is a fascist invention
how do you like that phrase, ma?
cupid´s single pretention
is to breed a zillion- dollar race.

5. Merrygoround

I love you very much
I love you very much
I love you very much
In my own separate way

I´d like to cuddle you
I´d like to tickle you
I´d like to be with you
In my own separate way

I feel like smelling you
I feel like touching you
I feel like sniffing you
In my own separate way

I can fly with you
I can breathe with you
I can be with you
In my own separate way

I want to bite you
I want to squeeze you
I want to hide you
In my own separate way

I will hunt you
I will take you
I will loose you
In my own separate way

Come on little girl!

6. Der vogelkampf

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THEREDBEAMDRIVEINHEADHEARTSANDSPINE COURSEJOININSANDYANDGODHEADMOLE

SLASHBINGBONGFUNKROLLEGGTITTIESBUM JIIWIGWAMOYSTERJACKJOINEDdada...

7. Oh Lord, suffocate me!

I´ll never live again
I´ll never love again
and I´m gone…

Riding on my nervy drone
A repeated tone In my dissonant home
Using gloom as a comfy dome
Singing with the devil
Hear me roam…

And I´m gone with the wind
And I´m gone, gone sailing with the spooks
Gone skating with the kooks
Look at me go…

Rejection is what you draw upon
Oh lord, suffocate me! Bring me back to peace

The dark drawer of mankind is caressing your mind
Oh lord, suffocate me! Bring me back to peace

The myriads of pictures swept plague of stiff screaming glass through our minds, looking like ourselves

Advantage!, but I just took It
Me, broken It

8. Pseudo Metal Ears

(...)

9. Faded fame

Faded fame forgotten fire
like Igor and Denny and me
but we´ll return when you are bathing
and we´ll haunt your backbone and dream.

So long
we´ll meet you in the afterlife
where you and i´ll converse.

Faded fame forgotten fire
like Burton and Huston and me
but we´ll return when you are bathing
and we´ll be like Brando and Dean.

10. Adolescent prayer #9

Thanks to all who saved my soul
the kind caretakers at the mall
and thanks to him who saved us all
and made us realize this:

that we have got a task in life
and all is not in vain.

Oh, please maintain our childish hearts
and don´t increase our pain.

Thanks to all inside my brain.

11. John (´round goes the merry)

I gently unbutton my pants
and give old willy a happy time
a volcano Is about to erupt
old willy makes a big fountain

”Hey my name is John“
I shake your hand with my sticky fist
I love it so, but you don´t love it back

Then you get all mad
“But It´s my cute obsession”
Then you slap my face
“But It´s my sweet hobby”

I try to find a new hobby
maybe I could take the task of killing things
I take my dearest darling dog
and split him upon by his belly

“It is me your John”
“Are you still alive or are you gone to doggie heaven?”
It is very quiet…
“Hmm, his dead”

And when I killed the dog
Ohh, I really dug It
I think I´ve found myself a new sweet hobby
A new cute obsession

Then I meet you again
“Wanna see my new hobby?”
You say “ok, but keep it clean boy”
Ohh, I perform my new hobby
My new red obsession

I´m going to murder you all. Bye, bye…

12. Friday

Grab my prick when friday night arrives
juicy queen chew my willy
ride my pony and i´ll lick your honey
i´ll be pumping steam like some billy.

You and i could get what we deserve
come on back to my place
god damn child you´ve got them funky curves
you kinda brighten up my friday.

13. Heroin mountains

He´ll talk through Jesus
I´ll eat into his haze
Schmaltz of “...” in his talk
Heroin I saw you there

Heroin Mountains where are your undertows?

Mountain I have seen your scam
I´ll diverge from your old trail
You´re not an injection
“Jesus” is my apathy and obtusion and…

14. My fertile hour pt. 2

I fear the baby that i haven´t got
i fear it´s mother and the whole damn lot
but me, i don´t even know the score
no i don´t
so what do i keep worrying for?

When all we need is:
soft and true bliss
when all we need is true love.

but then again
but then again.

15. A toy in flames

A spark with sticks
a sulfur delight
It drew its marks

A truck of joy
a toy in flames

It ate your half
It stole your like
It swept “sis” beyond
a sulfurs heated grave
It burned you alone

The blood Is coming, the blood Is com…
the ONE Is coming
habituating

Needle, tubes and blood broke through your wounds
doctors, virus, hell brought you back alive
mothers, fathers talked behind your back
virus X and roasted skin made fear
but you were strong
like an angel
with god In your hand
until you passed away
ohh, my friend

A spark with sticks
a sulfur delight
It jinxed your life

A hero you are to me
the light within my soul
I hope to see you again
sincerely yours,
M

-In memory of Kim-