Snowstorm.
I want the impossible.
Boiling.
I’m overflowing - but stay quiet. 
Got swept up.
There’s frost on my waterless lips, 
And in my eyes – obsession!

“Watch out…!” “I will!… “ I want the impossible.

I was flying…
But the chassis gave in. 
I was wandering, rambling.
Unable to stop cabs, 
Tearing flesh from my heart.
My spit laced with poison, 
I’m a despot -
And you are my people.

“Watch out…!” “I will!… “ I want the impossible.

Snowstorm.
I want the impossible.
I’m flying and astounded
Turning paraffin into turpentine.
You know how to wound me;
With divine blows of sweetness. 

“Watch out…!” “I will!… “ I want the impossible.