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Coffeebreak

Dieser erste Song von mir, den ich noch zu meiner Zeit in England schrieb, handelt davon, dass man sich ruhig eine Pause gönnen soll, wenn einem alles über den Kopf wächst. Das ist im Grunde nichts neues, aber man vergißt es gern.

I am sitting here at home, I am feeling so alone, I am frozen to my bone.
I am lying on the floor and I can't stand up no more, I've been fighting for long this war.
But then I look into the sky and I wish that I could fly so high.
Till I realise that the only thing I need is a Coffeebreak.

Coffee Break makes you feel good
Coffee Break drink some tea and eat some fruit
Coffee Break makes you calm down
Coffee Break sit down (and) listen to our sound

Back from school I'm feeling dead, nearly kicked out I am fed up with my teacher's fucked up head
Watching TV all the day, I can't work can't see no way, nothing left for me but pray.
But then I look into the sky and I wish that I could fly so high.
Till I realise that the only thing I need is a Coffeebreak.

This is really sad. Everybody treats me bad.
No one allows me a rest. I always have to give my best.
I can't have no joy. Although I'm still a little boy.

I´m only happy when I have my Coffeebreak.




Endless Fall

Das ist wohl der Song, an dem ich am längsten herumgebastelt habe. Er soll ein Gefühl beschreiben, das sicherlich jeder schon mal gefühlt hat: als würde man endlos fallen oder schweben, als würde man für eine Sekunde die Ewigkeit spüren.

Woke up this morning I'm feeling bad
Yeah this old headache drives me mad.
This is the worst hangover I ever had
I'm still flying although I'm lying in bed.

Good things come to those who wait
Just relax and you'll feel great.

I feel like I am gonna drown
Always in my head there's this strange sound
Sometimes I hate to be a clown
And everything starts breaking down

I feel like sleeping,
I feel like staying awake,
I feel like staying awake just waiting for you all night long.

I feel like laughing,
I feel like crying,
I feel as if I'm falling down all the way the endless fall,
as if I'll never reach the ground,
as if there's nothing to hold on, nothing to hold on.




Evolution

Der Text dieses Songs schrieb sich relativ schnell (in zwei Stunden), da ich mir im Vorfeld schon viele Gedanken zu diesem Thema gemacht hatte: Es geht darum, ob die Evolutionstheorie oder die Schöpfungstheorie richtig ist. Diese Frage kann man natürlich nicht beantworten, das drücken schon die Worte "Glaube" und "Theorie" aus, aber ich hatte das Gefühl, als würden viele diese Frage als beantwortet hinnehmen.

I'm a fool. I'm a genius.
I'm so cool. I'm so outrageous.
I'm sand on the shore. I'm a green leaf in fall.
I'm everything. I'm nothing at all.

When you look at me,
Well what do you see?
Do you see the ape in me?
Random trustingly.

Am I a being of god?
is evolution my fate?
Is all the faith I had,
Uncle random made?

I'm an animal. I'm highly civilized.
I'm so generous. I'm always disguised.
My brain's as sharp as a knife. But my limbs are loose.
I decide upon life. But I can't tie my shoes.

Were the apes my ancestors?
Does god even exist?
Is it random that I'm amorous?
Is it random that I'm pissed?
Is my existence witnessed?
Or am I random, too?
Is this song random be my guest?
How random are you?



Hunt Me

Ein aggressives Lied mit relativ aggressivem Inhalt. Es fällt mir schwer den Text zu rechtfertigen und ich bin nicht stolz auf den Text. Es geht um einen ehemaligen Lehrer von mir, den ich nicht besonders mochte. Einzig positive Message: lasst euch von solchen Leuten nicht unterkriegen.

I can't stand you because you can't stand me
My Latin mark is the only thing you see
if you don't stop I'll be forced to kick your arse
'cause I can't stand you fucking emptyness

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
I can' stand you
I'll kick the shit out of you

weren't satisfied with just destroying my life
after stabbing me down you kept twisting 'round that knife
you killed that little man inside me that told me to stand up and fight
you put a rope around my neck and made sure it's tight

You can hunt me down, but you can't drown the dream of freedom
You can hunt me down, but you can't stop the wish for freedom
You can hunt me down, but you can't deny the need for freedom
You can hunt me down, but you can't break the strive for freedom
You can hunt me down, but you can't destroy the wall of freedom
You can hunt me down, but you can't extinguish the fire of freedom
You can hunt me down, but you can't kill the fight for freedom
You can hunt me down



Lost Inspiration

Ich, als Gegner des Materialismus, wollte zeigen, dass ein lebloser Gegenstand auch einen seelischen Wert haben kann.


I was looking for you in the garage
I was looking for you all day long
I was looking for you in the garden
I was looking now I know I was wrong
I was looking for you in my bedroom
I was looking for you in the deep blue sea
I was looking for you in the whole house
I was looking for you but I could not see

You. I can't find you. Where are you? Yeah I miss you. Where are you?

I must have lost you when I was drunk
My head still aces because of last night
I don't know where I have lost you
I wanted to look for you but there was no light
I was looking for you on the beach
I was looking for you beside the Highway
I was looking for you beside the railway
I was looking but you would not stay

With me. Come back to me. You inspire me. Don't you miss me? Stay with me.

Do you remember the times when we used to sit
on a bench in the middle of the night, I was drunk and you lit
my brain and so I wrote down my thoughts with you
Then we would walk home and I would carry you, that's what I'd do.
You are my favourite pen.

Through out my whole life I have had a lot of pens
But none of them was worthy to be one of my best friends
You are my inspiration you are my source of good thought
Without you I have only managed to write this stupid song
This feeling of loneliness breaks through my heart my soul my brain
I've lost you somewhere out there and I can't even complain
I miss you more than my stapler, more than my paper clips
I miss you more than my gloves, I can't even live or breath with out you



Cool Tim

Ja, ... Mit welch einfachen Mitteln man doch seinen Bruder ärgern kann.

Cool Tim, cool Tim, cool Tim hits the road again. (ca. 50x)




Odd me Out

Der Titel ergibt sich aus einem Lernspiel, bei dem Kinder aus 5 Begriffen den nicht dazu passenden herausstreichen müssen ("Odd one out"). So wird den Kindern unterbewußt schon in frühester Kindheit beigebracht das unpassende einfach weg zu streichen: unpassende Musik, unpassenden Kleidungsstil, unpassende Nacktheit, unpassende Frisuren, unpassenden Spaß, unpassenden MICH (zum Beispiel).

I can't pretend
what I am and what I ain't
I'm just one of those stupid guys
that wants to have some fun before he dies
So we wanna party all night in the blistering cold
Wearing only swimming suits like were twelve years old
Take off our pants show our butts around in public
No one thought gods creation could be that ugly

I don't wanna be
like everybody so ordinary
Who do I have to prove that I'm a man
I just want to milk my life as good as I can
kick the shit out of my spare time now
headbang through our whole damn show
turn the amps up freaking loud
If you wanna odd one out you gotta odd me out

I was always a freak
preadolescence is what I seek
for if that's the price to pay for having fun
I know outside the norm there's the real sun
sometimes it's hard to be the only one who's different
In this superficial world it is cool to fake it
To escape the norm you don't need to be intelligent
[ insert cool name ] is the key to break it!

I don't want to stay the same
I always want to change
I don't want to stay the same
I always want to change
I wanna live
I wanna breath
I wanna jump
I wanna run
I wanna love
I wanna dive into the sea of life


Katharina

Ja, auch ich schreibe mal ein Liebeslied. Es hat ewig gedauert und ich find es immer noch Scheiße! Vielleicht schau ich auch einfach nicht gerne in den Spiegel!?

The first time I looked into your eyes
I thought this would never end
I felt you wouldn't ask why
I knew you would let love happen
But you were too young so I had to wait for
you to be in a legal age
But now five years later
when you see me you walk the other way

don't make me sad

Katherina
without you really all my life don't mean a
thing if you don't stay for tea now
and leave me with this feel of
loneliness that breaks my heart
'cause you ignore me

I know you feel it
And you feel that I know it too
I really mean it
I never meant to bother you
Everybody likes me as a friend
Everybody respects me as a musician
So there's no need to pretend
that you don't give a damn

don't make me sad
don't turn your back at me




Höaaaah

Der Text soll zeigen, dass der Haß, der von der Gesellschaft auszugehen scheint nur von der jeweiligen Person in die Gesellschaft projiziert wird, und dass aus heruntergewürgter Aggression schnell unartikulierter Haß wird (siehe Titel und 2. Refrain 2.Teil (auf der CD)).

I can see you cry
Although you don't show
on the floor you lie
you don't know where to go
I know your disappointment is big
'cause for the first time you see clear
that the whole world is sick
and the only thing that rules is fear

But when the world goes down
where will you be then
Will you finally hear life's sound
or will you still be a dead man

It's so unreal today
that I can't feel my pain
At least that's what I say
or do I release it into hate

You hate the world because the world hates you
You hate the world because the world hates you
It's the other way round
The world seems to hates you because you hate the world
The world seems to hates you because you hate the world



Goodnight

Ich liebe es immer und überall zu träumen. Also wollte ich Gott einfach für die erholsame Wirkung von Träumen danken.

When sandman comes to me
that's the time to leave
because it's today's end
leave my conscience behind
go to clear from blind
I'm heading off for dreamland

I can't change the way I feel
can't distinguish what's fiction and what's real
My dreams are falling asleep
I want to listen to my dreams

Clean up my souls mess
refill the emptiness
ponder 'bout my family and friends
finally I passed this day
and there is nothing left to say
I'm heading off for dreamland

In this dreamland
there is peace and harmony
and every man
and woman can live free
and I can be the man I want to be
asking you to go out with me

When you think you need a lover
All you look for is some cover
In the end everything will be alright
when you say good night




You're the man

Es gibt Menschen, die von sich denken sie seine die Größten, dabei sind sie genauso wie alle anderen nur ein Zahnrad im System und funktionieren.

You're the man who's always on his feet
You're the man who doesn't need no sleep
You're the man who' always on the run
You're the man who's brighter than the sun

You're the man
You can hardly hide that you're in love with yourself

You're the man who always gets what he wants
You're the man who's word always counts
You're the man who always takes the lead
You're the man who doesn't take defeat

You're the man
You can hardly hide that you're in love with yourself
the reflection of yourself in the mirror is everything you see
you're so cool yeah you're the man
but you're not half as good as you pretend to be

You're the man
I wouldn't let you eat my shit
not even if you would pay for it
You're the man
People like you are as usefull to society
As a chewing gum that stuck to my shoe is to me
You're the man


Bored

Egal wo man hinsieht: Langeweile! Ein sicheres Zeichen dafür, dass es mit unserer Gesellschaft abwärts geht!

Sleeping, on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Boring, no one knows what to do.
My fantasy is lame, killed by TV killed by fame.
Drown my restless soul in more drugs and alcohol.

Cause I'm
Always faking, conversating, violating, Christ saking, money taking, never hands with guys like you
Ass fucking, brain lacking, hackysacking, stage rocking, door knocking, always sucking dicks still feeling blue.
I am feeling bored, you are feeling bored, he and she and it is also feeling fucking bored,
so why shouldn't I be

Bored, feels like my whole life is one free period
Bored, feels like my whole life is a gap Year

Cause I'm
Bull riding, enterprising, suiciding, high rising, supersizing, exercising for that golden goal.
Shit licking, nose picking, ass kicking, rhyme freaking, always sticking my big dick into a random hole
Can't escape my skin

So I'm
Bored, bored
My boredom is a symptom of decay of our society
My boredom is a symptom of decay

I was born into boredom,
boredom was the first word I spoke
All my life I was random,
I'll be random till my last stroke

My boredom is a symptom of decay of our society
My boredom is a symptom of decay
Boredom, boredom, boredom,
Death don't hurts if your already dead.



Disgusting

Meine Mutter inspirierte mich zu diesem Text, als sie zu dem Video zu "Fat Lip" von "Sum 41" meinte, das sei doch ekelhaft. Ich glaube das Video können wir in Sachen Ekelhaftigkeit übertreffen (und wir sind stolz darauf!!!).

Pick my nose, on a show
scratch my arse, (in) front of guests
guzzle through the supper and the talking makes the rest.
Sucking at my thumb, till it's getting numb
running around with open flies and looking kind of dumb
open up my mouth, saliva's coming out
Distort my face and then yell to the music that's to loud
All I came for 's rock, and I'm not going back
People 're always asking me to stop

Disgusting, disgusting I am so disgusting
Disgusting, disgusting I am so disgusting

Take a pee, on your seat
shitting on your green lawn
I can not see the person I harm
losing my pants, having a wank
beating up or spitting in the face of my best friend
I cannot reach my elbow with my tong
how much more dirt can I put into a single song
All I came for 's rock, and I'm not going back
People 're always asking me to stop

Disgusting, disgusting I am so disgusting
My mom told me to shut my mouth
My mom told me to shut my Ass


Ass

Da es an der Head-Bang-Party 2002 vielleicht etwas unpassend gewesen wäre, meinen Arsch zu zeigen, da es eine Schulveranstaltung war (Viel schlimmer wäre es dadurch auch nicht mehr geworden) und ich weiß, dass manche Leute ohne meinen Arsch nicht leben können, habe ich ein Lied über meinen Arsch geschrieben. Übrigens hatte ich dieses Lied in 15 Minuten fertig (Mir selbst auf die Schulter klopf: "Ja, Bene das hast du gut gemacht, dafür kriegst du heute Abend eine Arschmassage!")

I can understand that you're not feeling well,
can understand that you say what the hell
is he doing out there with his naked butt
it's disgusting and ugly and hairy and stinks

I should be ashamed for showing my butt around,
should be ashamed for I never clean it out,
should be ashamed for I never shave it right.

Shame on my naked butt,
Shame on my naked butt.




Dead End Road?

In diesem Lied geht es darum, wie wichtig Grenzen sind. Gerade für uns, die wir davon leben Grenzen zu überschreiten (z.B. Ärsche zeigen) ist es wichtig, dass wir immer noch Grenzen haben, die wir überschreiten können. Wenn wir keine neuen Grenzen überschreiten können, weil wir alle schon überschritten haben, lutscht sich zumindest unsere Show ziemlich schnell aus.

I never wanted to watch it slide.
I never wanted to see my Generation collide.
I never asked for more and more.
But now we've finally reached the highest floor.

Now here we are

Welcome to the land in which there is no limit.
Welcome to the land where Mr. Bored meets Mr. Stupid.
Welcome to the land in which there is no limit.
Welcome to the land where Mr. Bored meets Mr. Stupid.
And everyone, is looking for, the border, they broke down.

I never wanted to feel sad,
I never wanted to give up the principles I had.
I never asked for how it feel,
But now we've opened the book with the seven seels

You can't free a tiger without teaching him how to hunt,
stand in front of a moving train to stop it is not what I want.
I just wanna say, if you put a snake to your breast, you might get bit.
You called for the genie, now you gotta handle it.

Pandora's box is open wide,
there ain't no place for you to hide,
And you will see we've passed the point of no return.


Centre of the World

Komischer Weise habe ich, als ich mit dem Text fertig war gemerkt, dass da eigentlich garnichts drinsteht. Es geht aber grundsätzlich um das "egozentrische Weltbild", also darum, dass jeder die Welt aus seiner eigenen Sicht betrachtet. Wenn man also sagt: "Ja, ich verstehe dich!" meint man eigentlich: "Ja, ich verstehe mich!"

Uhgh that's what I say
I don't belong here, why would I stay
I, I can't pretend
that we are wore than ashes and sand

Look at me 'cause still I'm the centre of the world

I will satisfy
your demand to criticise
safe behind your mask
you will not answer when I ask

(so I sing)
Look at me 'cause I am the centre of the world
hate me if you want

don't belong here
still the centre
don't belong here
still the

centre of my world
save inside my world
save inside my dream


Don´t break my heart


Die alte Geschichte: Sie gibt ihm einen Korb und erwartet dann weiterhin Zuwendung seinerseits. Wieso? Ein "Lass uns Freunde bleiben!" macht alles nur noch schlimmer! Und mal ehrlich, welcher Mann hat Bock auf ewig lange Gespräche, ohne hinterher mit Sex entlohnt zu werden?

Why don't you want to understand,
that I want to be your man don't want to be your friend
That I want to be the one the one the one you love
But you don't want to be my girl and that's our problem to solve

So you don't love me that's ok
Why were you asking me to stay

Why do you got to, why do you got to bring me down?
Why do you got to turn me upside down,
pull my feet off the ground?
Why do you got to, why do you got to bring me down?
Why do you got to rip my broken heart out,
smash it onto the ground?

So you got a new boyfriend today?
Why's the first person you tell the one you sent away?
Why do you got to kick me kick me when I'm on the floor?
When I'm asking you to stop you hurt me even more!

So you don't love me that's ok
Why were you asking me to stay

Why do you got to, why do you got to bring me down?
Why do you got to turn me upside down,
pull my feet off the ground?
Why do you got to, why do you got to bring me down? Why do you got to rip my broken heart out
, smash it onto the ground?

Don't break my heart!
Don't break my heart!


What you want me to be


Schön, wenn einem nach zwei Jahren einfällt, dass der Bandname eine tiefere Bedeutung hat. Eigentlich ist es nämlich völlig egal, was wir machen, in den Köpfen der Leute wird eh etwas anderes daraus. Wenn der Leithammel sagt, wir sind gut, dann sind wir gut und wenn der Leithammel sagt, wir sind schlecht, sind wir schlecht. (Kleine Anekdote (es gäb viele, aber diese fällt mir gerade ein): Vor einer Show mit der Band Sincore sprach mich ein Mädchen an. Das Motto des Abends lautete: "Metal meats Punk" (wir eher Punk, Sincore eher Metal). Sie meinte: "Ich freu mich schon voll auf euer Konzert, aber ich weiß nicht, ob ich die andere Band mag, ich steh nämlich nicht auf Punk!" Zumindest durfte ich mich an einem wunderbaren Gesichtsausdruck erfreuen, als ich ihr erzählte, dass wir die Punkband an dem Abend seien.)

hi! we're called insert cool name,
so you tell us who we are, that's our "naming-game"
this is punk-rock, if you don't like it it's not,
we're ice if you like it cold, if you want us warm we are hot
i'm a rockstar, i'm a fuckedstar
and you don't even care if this shit rhymes
well but i care and i don't give a fuck
'cause i'm where you want me (to be) nowhere or at the top

i can't avoid to be exactly that fucked person which you see inside me
i can't feel, i can't breath, i can not even say anything without you
judging me in your premastered way

sing along with me, although you don't understand
i'll give you the words and you repeat with satan in your hand
yeah, no controversy in this part 'cause you won't get it, you won't like
it and you won't pay for this shit

i can't avoid to be exactly that fucked person which you see inside me
i can't say, i can't feel, i can not even breath i opened you my mind
you take it, you change it, you suffocate it, then you go and take the
piss

since you've paid for me you're my owner
and you're gonna get to see a great show
i'm sorry for being mean to you
i just forgot that "i'm a slave for you"

i can't avoid to be exactly that fucked person which you see inside me
i can't breath, i can't say, i can not even feel anything without being
the one
you want me to be


20


Ich dachte eigentlich Midlifecrisis fängt erst mit 40 an, aber alle in meiner Umgebung sind nur noch am rumjammern, wie alt sie doch geworden sind und dass die Jugendlichen heutzutage viel dreister sind und überhaupt ... Mein konkreter Anlass, ein Lied über das Thema "Ich hab jetzt eine 2 vorne dran stehen" zu schreiben war der 20. Geburtstag (eigentlich der 21., aber wenn ich das schreibe kapiert es keiner. Er wurde auf jeden Fall 20.) von Matthias Hilble. Alles Gute nachträglich und auch alles Gute allen, die 20 werden.

20 seems to be a lot,
when you see it on your birthdaycard.
And than you understand,
you were a boy but now you are a man.

Happy Birthday, that's the only fun that's left,
when you find yourself fall asleep on the seat of your toilet,
and your prostate grows anti-proportional to your brain,
and your back is worn and torn, you just can't stand the pain,

but when you say goodbye to youth,
make sure that you know what you will lose,
reality's chasing you

Life is empty, when you're 20
it's not easy, kids are cheeky.
It's not ending, when you're 20ing
It's just changing, so stop complaining to me

When you were 13, used to imagine yourself 20
had five children and you just got divorced from your third wife Wendy
Lived in a huge house, 15 servants, 20 cars,
and you only went to restaurants with five stars

but when you say goodbye to youth,
make sure to wave goodbye to the dreams you lose,
reality's not like what you choose.

Life is empty, when you're 20
it's not easy, kids are cheeky.
It's not ending, when you're 20ing
It's just changing, so stop complaining to me

I got my gallstone removed,
my haemorrhoids prove,
here stops my youth!
A little girl stood up in the bus,
to offer me her
place that's enough
to say that I have grown old

Life is empty, when you're 20
it's not easy, kids are cheeky.
It's not ending, when you're 20ing
It's just changing, so stop complaining to me


Fishing


Naja, jeder baut mal Scheiße. Der Text passt leider nicht zur Musik und insgesamt ist er auch lyrisch gesehen nicht sehr toll. Im Prinzip geht es darum zur richtigen Zeit zuzuschlagen, also nicht zu spät, aber vor allem nicht zu früh.

i've gone through good times, i've gone through bad times,
far too often i've gone through times when i can't find right rhymes.
nobody's asking, they're all just testing,
they're underestimating what i'm suggesting.
it's like when you go fishin', you've got to be patient
and you won't always catch the fish that you've been baiting

has your inspiration run dry?
can you feel your soul die?
is your head full of shit
and you can't handle it?
this is what you've got to kick,

when you're ready for
what you're heading for
step right out of the crowd and get it
when you see what
you aim for
shoot it down and go for more

most of the best things come without asking,
concentrate on resting instead of being grasping.
i'd like to mention, i feel a tension
in your comprehension,

wait for when you're ready, for
what you're heading for
step right out of the crowd and get it
when you see what
you aim for
shoot it down and go for more

you've always got to be aware
good things only come if you're prepared
always look around with open eyes
a lot just comes disguised

don't try to chase an idea, you won't get through,
just let the idea run after you
if there's a ball in front of you, kick it,
the chance won't come back if you missed it.

hey, say, what you win and what you loose today?





Charles Darwin's evolution theory applied on the problems of the
generation gap


Der gute alte Generationenkonflikt! Da man sowieso so wird, die seine Eltern, kann man sich ja grad damit abfinden und sich darauf konzentrieren, wenige Dinge, die einen wirklich stören zu ändern, dann stehn die Chancen, dass man es schafft höher.

Why can't we stop right here,
rethink our life and maybe
wonder how we've got so far.

cane down another beer,
puke infront of all the ladies
and crawl on to the next bar.

why would I care 'bout the life that you would like to see me choose?
why would I care 'bout this life if you yourself don't fit these shoes?

don't have a guess, first of all have a rest.

Is your survival of the fittest just
induced fit into a society of the past,
a theory which is not made to last.

think about all your stress,
is this really what you consider for me to be best?

Why can't we start right now,
take a step at a time,
can't you see I'm on my way.

eventually somehow,
if this life is really mine,
i will finally find my aim.

why would I care 'bout the life that you would like to see me choose?
why would I care 'bout this life if you yourself don't fit these shoes?
you mock about, you talk around, still doesn't have a use!
I go my way, I fall and fail, or make my day and in the end am you,

now have a guess, my future is your past.

I can't relate to what you do,
but still I'll be just like you,
we're moving in circles, can't you see we're moving in circles!

I could die right now
or I could live forever,
who would care, I wouldn't care!
Cause I couldn't be
any happier than this way, my way, our way!
Our greatest wealth is our healthy soul!
Think back at your own youth, you had the same moral guidelines just like
me, just like I have now!




Governor of Utopia

Im Namen der Revolution, im Namen des Volkes werden allzu oft persönliche Interessen verfolgt. Wer bereit ist sein Leben für eine Sache zu opfern wird meist auch bereit sein seine Seele zu verkaufen. Das ist keine gute Voraussetzung für eine "bessere Welt".

i'm not the voice of the people
i'm not the voice of peace
i'm not the voice of revolution
i'm not the voice of the casualties
i'm not the voice of your dreams
i'm not the voice of the bell
i'm not the voice of you
i'm not even the voice of myself

'cause when i'm walking down that brand new way,
obstacles are still the same,
never change.
'caus i'm still not the governor of utopia,
trying to buy your life,
by selling a lie.

i'm not the voice of silence
i'm not the voice of rock
i'm not the voice of starting
i'm not the voice of stop

'cause when i'm walking down that brand new way,
obstacles are still the same,
never change.
'caus i'm still not the governor of utopia,
trying to buy your life,
by selling a lie.

you will fail
you're damned to fail
you fight a war against windmills
enemies that don't exist

(ACHTUNG: Mitsing-Part!!!)
revolution is a synonym for getting fucked
(Gut gemacht!!!)

by your dream by your illusions
by yourself by your confusions

come on and follow my flag
come on and follow the trail of dead
come on under my flag
come on and follow the trail of dead





Pretty

Jeder ist Teil des Systems und je mehr man sich dagegen streubt, desto mehr treibt man die Maschinerie an, in der man Zahnrad ist. Wie auch Ödipus macht man sich gerade dadurch, dass man sich wehrt schuldig. Solange man hin und wieder sein Gewissen beruhigt, kann man sich mit einer neuen Frisur sehr gut wieder aufmuntern.

i saw the blood in your eyes
you didn't have the right
i'd never watch them die
but the face in the mirror was mine

i just woke up with a bloody knife in my hand
and than i started to understand
that i couldn't life up to the job that i choose myself.
and all around me
dead bodies, dead bodies
and now it's quarter past twelve

i deny to fight for your war
and still i'm a part of it,
can't you see that i'm crying
i signed my execution, signed my failure,
by signing my own birth,
can't you see that i am sin

i just woke up, tied to an electric chair, i had the switch in my hand,
but i didn't know, wether it would losen the bonds or just put on
electricity
i thought, what would MacGyver do? i didn't know,
i couldn't even call KIT, 'cause i did't have my watch on.
probably it was a bad idea in first place to tie myself to the chair.

i deny to fight for your war
and still i'm a part of it,
can't you see that i'm crying
i signed my execution, signed my failure,
by signing my own birth,
can't you see that i am sin

can't you see that it's alright
can't you see that i feel fine
i'm pretty 'cause my hair is dyed
i'm happy 'cause my soul just died

can't you see that i already broke down
can't you see that my hole world broke down
why can't you leave this plane it's going down
why can't you listen to my sound
why do you stand there watch me drown
why is this world turning round and round





Possibility

Um große Töne zu spucken und den harten Kerl raushängen zu lassen verleugnen viele ihren Schöpfer. Es ist vielleicht nicht so klug den Allmächtigen herauszufordern.

make it possy, make it possy, make it possy, make it possible
make it possy, make it possy, make it possy, make it possible

i don't care 'bout god
i don't give a fuck

make it possible to me


Knight in golden armour

Erwartungen und Realität klaffen oft weit auseinander. So, wie ich nicht so toll bin, wie man eventuell erwarten könnte, wenn man mich nicht kennt, so werde ich nicht glücklich, wenn ich jeden Groupie flachleg, die mir unter die Finger kommt, da lande ich höchstens im Gefängnis.

don't want to be so lo(w)
don't wanna fuck you and stay sad
don't want to abuse you
don't wanna fuck you and go mad

'cause i know that you're too young
but i know that you'll go on
searching for the one
in me

keep on looking for that magic golden armor, which surrounds me no more
keep on looking for yourself before you self me

don't wanna hold you
don't wanna fuck you
don't wanna rape you
don't wanna get jailed

jailed 'cause you're too young
but i know that you'll go on
searching for your son
in me

keep on looking for that magic golden armor, which surrounds me no more
keep on looking for yourself before you self me

you self me
my heart is bigger than your tits
can't you feel
i wouldn't fuck you for a thousand quid
so what's the deal

be careful time is chasing you
the gates are closing hurry through
where were all of you, when i had no band, no fans, when i was small,
you do not care 'bout me at all

Our Saviour

Besonders in Rockbands gibt es immer wieder Leute, die vorgeben die Lösung zu kennen und Ideale vortäuschen, denen sie niemals gerecht werden können. Es ist schön, wenn sich Rockbands mit ihrem Einfluss, den sie auf ihre Zuhörer haben für eine bessere Welt einstetzen, doch wäre es auch schön, ihnen an zu merken, dass sie ihre eigene Predigt verstanden haben.

And don't you forget,
to shake hands with christ
before you save the dead
from getting baptized.
'Cause I saw Super-Man having a pee
on Bruce Wayne's favourite tree.

You'll never satisfy your pretty dreams
and you will never make it to the peace and harmony
you need, to justify your war, your speeches, your fuss,
you'll wake up in the jail you built 'round us.

Your destination
is still unknown
'cause there's a way to walk
which you won't walk alone.
Everybody's running for the end,
they'll end up in noman's land

You'll never satisfy your pretty dreams
and you will never make it to the peace and harmony
you need, to justify your war, your speeches, your fuss,
you'll wake up in the land you built for us,

which you call your newfound way of life,
with flowers and trees, the sun shining bright,
where everyone's everybody's friend
and now I come and try to wake you up again!

You take what you need covering your greed,
pathetically suffer pretending to bleed.
I'm ungratefull towards you, I know that it's rude
but your self-righteous motives make me puke.
Today you saved the world and I wrote this song to thank
the self-proclaimed saviour of the World.
Of the World, your our saviour, atleast you are for me.

 




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