The last thing I have

 

 

They stole my withdrawals

that was the last thing I have

the last thing I have

now I have nothing more to cling to

I can no longer bind myself to any addiction

now I am free.

 

Before I felt deeply wounded and deaf

from the day something saved me

in my tear-soaked constitution

a voice rang out 

     – from a kneeling voice that rose

the soles were my self, 

    my morning awakening time

I listened and listened

and was no longer a fused amoeba

and had no longer any longing

to dissolve myself.

 

They stole my withdrawals

that was the last thing I have

the last thing I have

now I have nothing more to cling to

I can no longer bind myself to any addiction

now I am free.

 

Before I could wake up drenched in sweat

that's how the day came to me

all my fears began as a matter of course

to make me cling to the world

then the day had begun 

      and I never turned around

only the treetops gave me some relief

told me words I didn't yet understand

and from my soul

the walls also began to speak.

 

They stole my withdrawals

that was the last thing I have

the last thing I have

now I have nothing more to cling to

I can no longer bind myself to any addiction

now I am free.