these days kids don't
grow up to be adults
but assholes

Asuguo

nothing
but
rain

Asuguo

in front of me
behind a veil of mist
i see the alps raise

Asuguo

warm spring weekends
turn mountain roads
into race tracks

Asuguo

my life
in numbers
5999,9

Asuguo

3 days,
80 kilometers to go
the speedometer stops

Asuguo

in what i think was a dream
i watched a bird
learn how to fly

Asuguo

3 cars
3 BMWs
monotone world

Asuguo

the phone rang
and spared me a trip
to the united states

Asuguo

i cut my finger
on a loaf
of bred

Asuguo