Here in the mud I wait for the day to end Silence so close Like the fold of my childhood My heart fills with memories of home With warmth and security In these shattered landscapes Detonating the earth Disemboweled my mind Monotone senselessness I will leave the field This field of stench As I'm sick of the dead This inner manifestation Is my desertion Iron maggots gorge the flesh I don't want to die The inner capitulation For nostalgia Now I am here Here in my cocoos Everything is changed And all is gone Nostalgia Blood, sweat and puke I pull the trigger... And shoot! Nostalgia