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Innocence
03:58
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I finally accepted what I have become
But is it truly for the better?
All we have is nothing more than constraints
Choices everywhere, every time we go further
Is that what we call liberty?
We’re ruining our credibility
In taking away others‘ dignity
It makes me sick with nausea
Innocence, you’re a fool
But innocence you’re not cruel
Laying here like a baby in my arms
Innocence, so elusive
A constant runaway
Reminding me how simplicity is so hard to find
Opening my eyes! Even if I don’t want to see
Spectator of our theatrics
Wanting to change, yet again I remain
A broken face in a shatterproof mirror
I take pleasure to think
And talk like a self confident grown up
But I strive for a childlike nature
I’m a liar to you
BLESSED ARE THE POOR IN SPIRIT
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2. |
Numb/Dumb
03:23
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I KISSED YOUR FEET AGAIN
Bore your golden robe
Praised your holy name
But the clutch is pressing on my neck
Breaking my own will
You Blow where it hurts
You keep me from doubt
Goddess of my illusions
You know, you know, me well
As I offer myself to your altar
Pouring out my thick blood
ALL OVER YOU
You grin, my loss
What I held most precious
I've lived to suffer
I even thought I couldn't breathe without you
Relying on your feeble branches
To hold me secure
I've recognized the web you've spinned
I've recognized the distorted plans
I've come to terms with the constant agony
Wounds of my soul
I'm leaving all this shit behind, starting a new
If this is redemption from my past
I guess this is fuck you
OH GODDESS OF MY ILLUSIONS
YOU KNOW ME WELL
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My Own God
02:57
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Did you read what I wrote about my sad existence?
Now you know where I‘ve been and what I have eaten
I’m the one, my own god, so you certainly would like it
I need to show you that my life is better than yours
What have we done, to live such a pathetic life?
I can’t bear it anymore
Individualism, time and time again
An insane way of life
We don’t need appreciation to prove that we exist
We don’t need approval from society
Why do those trivial facts become so important
Through our eyes?
Maybe we’ve got to learn the word humility
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4. |
Sing to the Wind
03:52
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I find myself questioning everything around me
Everything I thought I knew everything that felt right
Into this ocean of thoughts, into endless doubts
Maybe I've lost myself, maybe I’ve touched the ground
It may just be the beginning
The beginning of something new
A real and fresh new start
Maybe it's the first time I TRULY BREATHE
Maybe it's the first time I FEEL ALIVE
I WON’T let this pass away
Let me sing to the wind and scream at the sun
I WON’T get brainwashed for anything
I'd rather die
I won't let anyone tell me what is true
I won't let anyone tell me what to do
Let me grow up
So I can keep my head above water
I have my own reasons
Let me try, even if I sink I will resurface
I will start again, endlessly
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5. |
Self-Made Man
02:24
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No empathy anymore
There’s no you no more
I’m here for myself and that’s it
Serving me, serving my own benefit
You can die working for me
Working for me in a diamond mine
No help without a return from you
I made myself so why don’t you?
GIVE ME MORE!
I WILL ALWAYS BE THIRSTY
GO AWAY!
ALL YOU HAVE WILL BELONG TO ME
What a sad little world
Like there is no love anymore
And I know there is someone at my door
All too often I prefer my own remorse
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6. |
Danse Macabre
04:32
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Let’s rise above the cloudy sky
Dancing will never end
Forget about the ground
That we have given up forevermore
Now we are out of the crowd
With a serene look behind
Surrounded by the morning light
The wind is singing
The sun warmed our hearts
What more could you ask for
The giants who are bogged down
In their precious faeces
Look so absurd from where we stand
We have to ditch our golden crowns
Our chains on our ankles,
What better than a light luggage to travel nicely
No need to be afraid, fear nothing
This melancholic feeling will quickly wear off
The unknown is quite an exciting thing
We’ll never be alone, alone anymore
Let’s dream about the end of this slavery
AND THE TASTE OF LIBERTY
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Alone Together
02:23
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No void inside our heads
No time to breathe
Our world inside our hands
We always want to see
Scared to confront each other’s looks
Our awkward talks, our strong feelings
Hiding in a safe and protective place
Is our mind so fucked up
That we all need those inert false limbs?
Is life so boring that we need to replace it?
We live alone together
Less talk for better control
We live alone together
Simplicity makes us weary
LET IT GO, we have a neighbourhood
Let it go, let’s rethink our way of living
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8. |
Dirty Hands
03:50
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I sweat
My efforts are naive and I'm still waiting
I prefer to cling to my teenage dreams
I'm tired
But I cannot stop this ending
I might not be able to sing lullabies
I remember the innocence of their ironic words
Destructive prophecies
Now, now I know why only disgust remains
I’m puzzled, are people not just here to simply live?
It will never end
Do they want me to know what I will be tomorrow?
It will never end
When we will be face to face
Will you forgive me
For not following your rules?
Will you force me back to you?
I gave up on my victories
Went into the belly of the devil
YOU WITH YOUR DIRTY HANDS
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Sing and Play
03:49
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It’s been a long time since we’ve carried on
Evolving years after years in our little world
And it’s a huge and crazy privilege
For us to live our lives through our passion
Our hearts beat so fast
Every time we play
We hope that it will never end
Laughter and smiles
Are what we aim for
Sometimes it’s not like that
But let us believe it is
It’s part of our lives, and we will never regret it
Even if they say we’re playing music for kids
Let’s be honest and say
It’s a real cacophony
But we have a good excuse
Music or whatever you call it
Is not only a listening task
It’s the language of the heart
ALL WE WANT IS TO SING AND PLAY
Let’s sing and play
We’re lucky bastards, without you we’re nothing
Sing with us, be a part, a part of it, tonight!
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10. |
Emergency
03:41
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I have a song to sing
Is anyone listening?
I'm in a state of emergency
And music is the only remedy
There’s some poison running in my veins
And I can feel it banging in my head
My whole soul is paralyzed
Oh my bones are so cold
Is there somewhere in this world
Some place where I could finally rest
Asleep on the highest peak
Or drown underwater
I didn't find a better cure
For the pain that consumes my heart
Than sing this simple song, sing this melody
I have a song to sing
Is anyone listening?
I'm in a state of emergency
And music is the only remedy
I never quite find the right words
At the right time. I am never
Calm through the storm the one
The one that you could rely on
For this I'm sorry
Cause I might never be
As strong as I should have been
I'd give anything
To see you smile again
To see you free from pain
Every night I get down on my knees and I pray
TOMORROW YOU’LL GET BETTER
TOMMORROW WILL BE A BETTER DAY
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