Postcard Thomas Feiner & Anywhen Here come greetings from the fires of dusk from all the places you never dared to walk You never saw the silent battle zones beneath your towers and beyond your gardens
Was born a walker into this world I walk
And what's to miss about the old ball-and-chain imaginary top-of-the-foodchain-ways I've found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine I've found more life by a burning barrel
was born a walker into this world I stalk
RUn now, my friend If you think you are free duck my friend, and cover if you think you are safe
Here come greetings from the fire of dusk from all the thoughts you never dared to think from all the choices you never dared to make just a postcard from groundlevel and below
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