Löcher in der Menge [English translation]

We are the Nothing that makes your eyes hurt.

We are the Something you feel and immediately forget.

The whisper is not always just the wind.

You wish it because you do not want us to be real.

We are in the blind spot and gone.

We are nothing but a blind spot in your fields of vision,

the ignorance that rumbles within you,

the indefinite fear that bores into your hearts.

We are in places where the stream of bodies always flows around.

We are the islands, and the others are the waves.

We are the wound that no longer closes in the crowd:

We are numb, deaf spots on your skin.

Observers,

Holes in the crowd,

Observers,

Nobody can see us.

Observers,

Gaps in the crowd,

Observers,

And nothing can escape us.

We are what beats behind your temples.

We are the shadows of power that comes and subjugates you.

Until today we have only observed.

Now, pray that you never experience the alternative.

Because we observe, and there may come a day

that we decide we'll never again merely watch.

Because we never live with you, but only exist alongside.

We are always there, a nameless horror.

Observers,

Holes in the crowd,

Observers,

Nobody can see us.

Observers,

Gaps in the crowd,

Observers,

And nothing can escape us.

We persevere, tirelessly, waiting with angelic patience.

And time drags on, as well.

It will be the Judgement Day, and none of you will be without guilt,

Until then, we remain the holes in the crowd.

Observers,

Holes in the crowd,

Observers,

Nobody can see us.

Observers,

Gaps in the crowd,

Observers,

And nothing can escape us.

Observers,

Holes in the crowd,

Observers,

Nobody can see us.

Observers,

Gaps in the crowd,

Observers,

And nothing can escape us.

• Artist:ASP