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straight ahead
02:48
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reproducing history on every fucking day
right wing parties´ propaganda repeats itself
spreading inhumanity
the footprint of the fashists still appears on our way
cannot whitewash what they did
cannot deny and look away
diffuse fears surround people like the air that they breathe
make them drawn to fakes
cause aggression
make them longing for the next best scapegoats
I wanna set fire
burn human imbecility
allow yourself to smash boarders
allow yourself to unchain from rigid ideology
the footprint of the fashists still appears on our way
cannot whitewash what they do
cannot deny and look away
no looking away!
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2. |
people waste
01:54
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people take and waste culture
and the people waste bits and bytes
all the people girl- and boyfriends
so don´t cry little child
we wanna go to heaven
yeah we always wanna feel alright
we wanna read more gossip
never being satisfied
we wanna change our partners
like our personalities
we wanna click for freedom
but we do not want to pay
all the people waste money
to get the things they trow away
and the people waste spoken words
to bother other people
we wanna go to heaven
yeah we always wanna feel alright
we wanna read more gossip
never being satisfied
we wanna change our partners
like our personalities
we wanna click for freedom
but we do not want to pay the fucking price
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3. |
devil-may-care
03:38
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we are getting around the world´s sunny beaches
celebrating rich man´s life
keep on swimming on the surface
whatching whales while corals die
and if we catch alight there´s no need to worry
just desert this sinking ship
with a life vest made of data
and with lots of sex appeal
what the fuck we´re doing? don´t need no questions – just drive!
what the fuck we´re doing? capitalism – high five!
what the fuck we´re doing? try to handle this?
and we go one step forward
another ten steps ahead
and we go fifty steps not looking beside us
don´t care about – we tramp with feet
don´t care about – increasing speed
don´t care about of how we treat our world
what the fuck we do?
what the fuck we do?
we are getting around the world´s sunny beaches
celebrating rich man´s life
keep on swimming on the surface
whatching whales while corals die
and if we catch alight there´s no need to worry
just desert this sinking ship
with a life vest made of data
and with lots of sex appeal
I am wrapped up in business of self-staging
I am wrapped up in work – no time, no change
totally wrapped up in social media´s lifestyle
gently rape this world
gently rape this world
gently rape this fucking world
devil-may-care
hey reckless mankind
like to survive?
I am the devil of greed
inside your mind
unwritten story
to figure out
rather back up your life
and load it up to the cloud
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4. |
let's fail together
02:13
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how do you judge?
how do you feel?
how do you know
what's right what's wrong?
when offered explanations
just don't fit reality
and there's no light to guide you out
no way out of this maze
i don't, i don't play these games
i am told to do
i try, i try, i try, i try
to live the right life
in the wrong one
there ain't no recipes for social change
no gods to guide us through these dark times
don't look for leaders to release you
from the burden of responsibility
let's try, let's try, let's try, let's try
a better world is ours to create
LET'S FAIL TOGETHER!
how else can we learn?
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5. |
thousand faces
04:04
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6. |
anxiety
02:08
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t’s the clock ticking
it’s the second thought
the shadow judging you
always doubting
always second guessing
when you least expect a comment
you try to love it
you try to run away from it
but surely you know
this thing runs faster
you fight, you lose
anxiety
noone to believe
with anxiety
larking ’round your brain
always working, devastating
do you know the cadence (I don’t) ?
have you heard of piece of mind?
i try to find the patience
to gather all the pieces of my mind
anxiety
all around my brain
the spirit that denies
your hopes and good insights
and self-care is in vain
all your friends are lying
when they say that it’s okay
that you’re crying or breaking down
your raging pulse is honest
overthinking is the key
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7. |
burn
03:12
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i kiss the dirty street
look at the sky
lay my head on the tarmac
and close my eyes
i wanna sink down
i want to sleep
i'm waiting for the rain
to wash me all away
the flood will come
carrying me on its shoulders
the biting cold
pierces through the crust
of thoughts that protect
my volatile
i rise to my feet
i'm reaching out
searching for the fire
to spark my inner flame
i wanna keep on running
i stumble, I stumble, I stand up
i built these castles
only to watch 'em all …
BURN!
i praise these ashes
end of all means and meanings
so light and free
they fly
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8. |
drive
03:51
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feels like a freak show at all
it´s simply your life
awake and disengaged
straight and unresting
drive
come on take the next train to the sea
let´s space out to this melody
you can give a fuck the place you go
remind your drive and trust the flow
here we are to make the noise for one more generation
no, it´s not enough! no, it´s not enough!
here we are to sing a song for one more generation
your ejection seat may help you to fly
here we are to raise our voice for one more generation
no, it´s not enough! no, it´s not enough!
all the answers turn to dust
the only thing I know
in my mind I am dancing
till the moment I will go
go!
would you live your life again?
would you try to turn it back?
no reason to give in!
use your wings and shut your mouth!
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broken sounds Dresden, Germany
recording and releasing music.
since 2016.
punk at heart, open in mind.
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