| UNRELEASED SONGS 2008 – LYRICS |
| FUCK YOU, FIGHT, SHOOT How can we be so blind – in a dead end? the asthetics of feeling it – it was in our hands… but it left us bared and naked - unspeakable numb and it stays a closed book to us we might be past the point of much debating the wisdom of our moves it is the spirit of our time to walk on by the polyline but what´s still needed is a perfect design NEEDLESS TO SAY WHAT LIES BEHIND THIS ARE THE LIES OF OUR EYES …to infiltrate our simple minds Remember what we ´ve been told once – it´s still inherent Find beauty in what you see – by not being unreal “act” to express yourself? – recalling your “sins” not in this “promised land”… special moves to represent – black eye-lined – what´s meant? Without you no need to express “myselves”! Dance, dance, to express yourself! Dance to express yourself! …to infiltrate our simple minds NEEDLESS TO SAY WHAT LIES BEHIND THIS ARE THE LIES OF OUR EYES These are the lies Hands are our instruments – rape myself by abusing them! Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! - it was in our hands Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! - so foolishly wrong Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! – “Dance, dance, to express yourself! Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! – Without you… |
24 HOURS (HORTUS CONCLUSUS) Don´t want to stay recruited I´d like to reconsile with the foreign me inside Don´t want to be your tourist, but I can´t free myself from sophisticated mind My desire for an authentic meaning let me research my own inequality THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK GET TO THE MARGIN AND ENJOY CHEAP TOURIST LAND DIG YOURSELF INTO THE SAND THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK GRAB THEM AT THEIR HIPS AND TASTE THE SALT ON SWOLLEN LIPS TO ENJOY YOUR 24 HOURS ERECTION Don´t want to stay recruited To play the citizen of a two hundred year old game Are caught in a trap? Are we following a recruitment of the worlds inhabitants? The worst ingredient! THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK GET TO THE MARGIN AND ENJOY CHEAP TOURIST LAND DIG YOURSELF INTO THE SAND THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK GRAB THEM AT THEIR HIPS AND TASTE THE SALT ON SWOLLEN LIPS TO ENJOY THE SAME! WE ENJOY THE SAME! WE ARE ALL THE SAME! Dig yourself into the sand – Come enjoy cheap tourist land! |
I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE all social ranks – imbalanced and dead-locked do you agree it´s all in line? of course not… I wrote this song before – but I picked up my words with way more care – to pretend that i´m your friend So Is this just a new attempt to shape the common argument by your favorite interest group? At one fell swoop? I wrote this song before – but I picked up my words with way more care BUT HERE IT COMES: I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE BUT ALL THE MORE, I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE Mass movement – as a pre-requisite? Or is it just a trojan horse packed in a quantum leap? It´s your choice – but it´s still our own decision to speak our minds, why should we subscribe to all your views? BUT HERE IT COMES: I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE BUT ALL THE MORE I PICKED MY WORDS WITH WAY MORE CARE SO BE AWARE: LET´S INFILTRATE THIS CONSPIRACY! COME ON FOLLOW ME: TO ESCAPE THE FATE OF ALL SPIES The action lies: Join our one-way-flight in the face of logic we won´t pay the piper but you still call the tune! This story for reflection – please be my guest Misdirected charity – incorrectly addressed Minor defects getting cloned and manifold increased invisibly to the untrained eye and highly uncompressed I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE… |
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