In the world's second most incestious hostel
there lives a family,
Due to the misconception that
home is sweet home
They have all come here
To run away
to find - to rebuild - to destroy
One big family
Brothers and sister living a door in between
Here we all share the same floor, kitchen and
In the world's second most incestious town
Cousins come by everyday.
We breathe the same air, see the same distant flame in everyones eyes.
Cant stay here
Home where will become wherever the sky becomes to familiar,
In the most incestious town, the air is corrupted.
The young lungs are to pure to inhale the air - But in the second incestious town
It is a family thing, a traditon.
In this town actions echos,
Keep it within the family,
This town is small enough, it contains to few people to spread
Here, we fill out empty pages with a temporary lies
Screaming out all the freedom until we become trapped by the deflation
of our bodys.
The nature is what binds us to this family.
She grows, forgives, carries enough fury to darken the sky for days
And gives us open skies all summer
Her catch? She stays here - and only here.
follow her, are chained to this town until
We wake and realize the person next to us in our beds really isint a
brother or a sister
But a person, of new color and voice.