Testo Alexanderplatz

Chance folds you in a bed mirrored miles
But no sleep until chemistry smiles

You can never close eyes until you understand
The scale, the rust and concrete

No pharmacies this side of the wall
Just alleys onto which you fall Crushed by the wheels of it all

You can never come back until you understand
The scale, the rust and concrete
There are horrors and joys and human things
Whoring inside ghosts of industry