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I close my eyes, I see it again,
a broken mirror and open wounds.
This second is over but the feeling remains,
I'm scared of my own thoughts.
I'm the muser and my victim,
united in one person.
I searched for reasons but found just nothing.
Sweet bitterness again.
Optimists love their dreams, pessimists reject the world.
Stimulated emotions, merged into my reality.
How does it feel to crash into something?
Does it change anything, if I give up control?
I am not the only one who is dreaming.
Who is dreaming?
I clear my mind, accept the fears.
Unseen sphere of consciousness.
I don't care about my demons.
I don't judge yours.
Turmoil, nothing is real.
Balance, nothing is true.
Turmoil, nothing is real.
Balance, nothing is true.
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I fucking lose my composure!
Too much hate everywhere.
Do you bear part of the blame?
I know you won't confess.
Wrong intentions, a known voice,
you are talking shit!
I can't keep listening
when you feed the idiots.
Send the weapons and boil the blood.
Fight the victims, don't rescue them.
Close the borders and build a wall.
Hide the sorrow, it's not your pain.
In my dreams you wake up,
Heidenau was gashed in your face.
Reverse letters, a message
and reminder: guilty!
You are part of the story.
You are part of the problem.
The army of true fucking dickheads
play games on the back of the poor
No solutions for real problems,
just politics for their own profit.
In my dreams you wake up,
Heidenau was gashed in your face.
Reverse letters, a message
and reminder: guilty!
We live in walled gardens
of hate and fear.
I hope we can break the walls!
I hope we can stop the hate!
I hope we can get over fear!
I hope we can keep the hope!
Back in misery?
Back in dark times?
Can we stop it?
We can't ignore ...
Break the circle
of violence.
This is our future
and our time.
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Xenophobia in the backyards,
bar-room politics on the streets.
Racism in the name of the people?
Populists build careers on that shit.
Everytime I hear you talk
I really hate your words and
I'm getting fucking sick of you.
All the time you're talking shit,
missing facts, creating your truth,
baiting others to raise yourself.
Fuck your bigotry,
we disrespect your ideas.
You stand for exclusion.
Disgust for your inhumanity!
Don't tell us we suppress your opinions,
you just can say anything.
Tell us about your 3rd way of life
but let us call it by the name it deserves:
it's your racism that we don't need.
You hide behind empty phrases,
it's your phoniness that we don't need.
No Love for your leaders
No love for your goals
No love for your reasons
No love for your cruelty
You try to convince
politicians you don't trust
to punish people in need
based on rules of your fears.
That's why we stand here together
against your stupid ignorance.
Open hearts and open minds,
but no love for your occident!
Fuck your romantic nation - No love, no love!
We fight your racist mobs - No love for them!
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Red liquid on a razor,
it looks so good.
A thin stream of dark blood as
the art of suicide.
So much pain,
before and after
a short moment used to end a life.
Can we misuse it just for style,
or to sell something?
Isolation, pictured in black and white.
Isolation, a mirrored suicide.
How can we feel the sorrow?
Do we need to see the pain?
How will we exploit it
again and again?
Compiling pictures to touch emotions,
what is it about?
Do you wanna tell a story?
I hope so, I hope so.
A faint hand holds a rope,
dark colors, high contrast.
Feet, now hanging high,
seen through a little door.
Let's use art if it has a point,
a message we need to speak about.
Without any meaning it really is
fashion only.
Pictured in black and white.
What do you think, what makes us different?
Isolation, dead eyes used for a plastic 'rebellion'.
Isolation, how can we break the void?
Isolation, let's make a difference for the people concerned.
Isolation, pictured in black and white.
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Some time ago on a market place,
a cop loved me and smashed my face.
I really don't know,
was it a dream or was it a fight?
There must be a reason
why did we hold us so tight!
Tense moments, my feelings
hit me back with a bang.
We were not alone,
you came with your gang.
Some time ago on a market place,
a cop loved me and smashed my face.
5 versus 1, you threw me down,
I grabbed a neck, it's headlock time.
Love - Hate - I hugged a cop once.
You protected the idiots and set up a situation
misused by nazi fuckheads.
Thanks, Germany!
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New visions of glorious times
supported by the armed troops.
No surrender until the end,
there is no different way.
Do follow a strong fist,
listen to hateful speech,
building up unforgiving fronts,
share a new morality.
When the storm came, the crowd screamed.
Take down the flag.
Smashed the old one, the crowd screamed.
Die for the flag.
Face the facts, there is no truth,
call it turmoil or a revolution.
False prayers sing songs of war,
about the pride of the nation.
Stop insanity!
Families lose loved ones
and their future.
Stop insanity!
People are killing people,
hate grows stronger.
The land is devastated,
victims are running away.
It's covered by silence,
war crimes disappear.
It ends in tragedy with masses of dead souls.
Some flags lay down in the blood of them all.
Fuck off, that is not the way, not the way!
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I lose myself, I need to breakout
because this place is killing me.
They painted the town
but the people stayed grey.
Lives filled with pattern,
they got nothing to say.
Something has to happen
or I'll fade into them.
I've to kick it off
or I can't rescue myself.
Get off the fears,
let's break something,
hit the pressure,
bring back the fun.
No matter if it is the dust
or uniformity of gentrification,
don't wait, start the change,
step aside to disturb the stream.
Don't back down to hidden places,
let's grab our open spaces.
Let's pick up the ghost!
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Dead eyes stare on me,
words bounce back to you.
I look down on me,
fingers form a fist.
Stay calm, do not react!
Stay calm, do no wrong!
My reactions and my feelings are digging strongly into my mind.
What you want and what you get, it's a smile and a mouth full of jokes.
Your status, your behavior, I look deep inside of you.
What i want, who i am? I try the the best I can do.
Which kind of values you prefer?
Uniformity, I hear it in your words.
Servility, I see it in your eyes.
You proved it again and again.
What are your aims? I know them from the media.
What are your dreams? Can you share something new?
The values I prefer,
emancipated diversity,
strangled too many times by this society!
Touch the constitution, go back in time,
fit the intelligence, it may lead into fascism.
Your incorporated identity is a lie.
We are not aligned anymore!
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Album that we recorded in 2015 but did not finished it until 2016 because massive line up changes. It was originally released in a very special version called "Cold Faces (Gutmensch EP)" to show solidarity with refugees in Greece. It's now available in the standard edition "Cold Tapes."
