Fairy Tale of Zero

Zero out
Rust swallows sperm
No new kids are born in this town
Old folks perish
Ants collect highways
Cars of the future
Jazz
Horrible screens of godly direction
Quantity turns into quality
Where we will play an opening concert
Sweet plum capitalism
Hangs over
Handmade hair of gold
Strange voices from behind the ice
Mountain climbing
"Sing mit Heino"
The most perfect and horrible music

Classical vinyl and forgotten virgins in battle
The sow has come
We will be harvesting the nebulae
No one cares about death and love
They have become a cliché to be swallowed
Are you in for adventures
Asked the system
The answer was “no”
In every possible language

Screens and screams
Good morning pills
Here is your favorite weathergirl
Bedtime pills
Good night there
So, won't you watch a fairy tale?
Everything will reset at dawn