In the loveliest days, in the sweetest moments, darkest clouds are hanging deep. In fear of ever day, of every night, of every fucking second. „I‘m doing the best I can.“ Reality proves that I‘m a liar. Painstakingly searching for a reason. Even in this filthy mass in which everyone cares for no one, a piece of naivety will always stay with me. Lost trust gnaws at the hearts of the strongest men. The laughter called faith brings this pain. Future is dead and gone. When you feel as dogmatic as the next one lay flowers on what once was plain vanilla.