We Are The Dead

<br>Ghosts presence, ghost music in the radio at night, <br>when you can`t sleep, in the line of shadows<br>around the glowing red eye.<br><br>Voices that talk and talk towards nothing,<br>so that nothing`s hollow role shall not slide<br>in on the scene in the solitary theater.<br><br>And the voices laugh loud, so the candles flicker<br>and go out, without noticing how dark it becomes.<br><br>And he who records the voices of the spirits<br>of the dead. On the tape filled with buzz and<br>cosmic noise you can hear their remote voices<br>form German words; they say: Wir sind die Toten,<br>which is true, whoever they might be.<br><br>The total inaccessibility of silence, it shines in the<br>wallmirror when you`ve left, and disappears<br>when you return. No silence in death`s silence.