Digger, take a short turn, on the road to something bigger;
Bigger than the black hole on the way to something bad.
Stop, go, stop, go
Digger, for the last time, I could try, I loose my vigor;
Vigor of the mindless faith in every fatal day.
There was a
man on the run; In a night full of strains
Away down the hole; A failure, a shame
(voice) she wants to do this in style, so she beats on, beating against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past
Digger, take a short turn, on the road to something bigger
Bigger than the black hole on the way to something bad.
Digger, as a part of daydream nightmare, shocking rigor
(the) Rigor rhyme of shivers, beating, beating, beating, beating in my mind
There is a
man in my heart; In a night full of pain
Somethin’ teared us apart; A failure, a shame (2X)
(TRAGIC REALIST FICTION – lyrics of the song ‘Ditch’, recorded in Berlin on 21 September 2017)
