1. |
Human
02:52
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Bored we stare at our parlour oceans, at our caged birds, at our shadowboxes, trying to stuff our souls into things, into beings, while everything is dying around us.
Falling apart, a soul behind glass,
taken from life to feed my empty heart.
Who do you think you are?
Breeding freedom behind bars.
I’ll make you love me, fear me.
I am your god.
Obey me, amuse me.
I am your god.
Why (long to) discover what was already there?
Man-made deserts remain bare.
To collect is not to care.
Ho can we dare?
I’ll make you love me, fear me.
I am your god.
Obey me, amuse me.
I am your god.
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2. |
The Industry
03:12
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Up the rungs you climb
as freedom is defined
by your place in the value chain
Calm down with little lies,
chasing dreams from the assembly line.
And up and up you’ll climb.
The industry … manufactured me
Somewhere someone has bled,
bodies were sold for bread.
Pale hopes of better times ahead.
Calm down with little lies,
the market is wise.
They say every life demands a price.
The industry … manufactured me
(no gods, no masters)
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3. |
My Wasted Life
04:11
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Look, the world is gray and dreary, they say.
We are lonely in our hearts.
But I don't wanna be like you, I wanna live
as if it were my first breath.
I'm not following your footsteps, I love my wasted life.
I'm not following your footsteps, I love my screwed up life.
Say I'm nothing!
It doesn't bother me, being nothing to you and everything to me.
Self-optimization, performed conformity,
this shit won't kill me, I won't be trapped.
The day after will come, but I’m not afraid.
I'm having a shitload of fun.
I'm not following your footsteps, I love my squandered life.
I'm not following your footsteps, I love my fucked up life.
Say I'm nothing!
It doesn't bother me being nothing to you and everything to me
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4. |
Pleasures
03:13
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Pleasures, I need you to feed the black hole inside me,
absorbing every shred of life, so I won’t need no light to guide me
when the nights fall.
Hunger - With every bite of delight
Hunger - I lose myself, out of sight.
Hunger - Beloved greed, devour me.
Something real is what I seek, let's serve my broken dreams on ice.
Life is brutal, life is cheap, but still I wish to be alive.
From a moment of elation I fell into desperation.
My soul remained a desert, I am crawling through the dirt.
You gave your blood for me? What did you gain?
Hunger - With every bite of delight
Hunger - I lose myself, out of sight.
Hunger - Beloved greed, devour me.
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5. |
I Dance Alone
03:32
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In the twilight of the early hours, surrounded by sounds
I feel the heat, I am perfect for myself.
I don’t need to be talked to or touched,
I don't need to be stared at, fuck off!
Me and the beat (me and the beat),
we don't need nobody else.
Till the morning dawns, I dance alone.
Je n'ai pas besoin de toi.
Je danse pour moi seul.
Je suis parfaite pour moi-même.
Je danse pour moi seul
My heart leaps, my movements blur in a rain of light
I have no need for disdain nor for love
I don’t need to be talked to or touched,
I don't need to be stared at, fuck off!
Me and the beat (me and the beat),
we don't belong to anyone.
Till the morning dawns, I dance alone.
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6. |
Underground
03:46
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Deep deep down, a creature on wheels
is carrying me in its belly of steel.
Far from home, drab colors turn monochrome
neon lights glow in an endless row.
A monotone drone, an ear-splitting shriek
deep under the dreams of a whole city asleep.
Invisible paths lead you to the urban heart
glimpsing secret trails fading into shades.
Bored faces and anxious thoughts,
trivial routine in their minds.
These are the people of the underground,
not much different from those above.
What keeps me returning to the dark,
is the wish that something more lies in its unknown parts
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7. |
The Privileged
02:55
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You pretend to be aware,
you pretend to be humble,
respectful and fair.
You pretend to be selfless,
you pretend to be grateful,
thoughtful and generous.
When it comes to your own privileges (spill their blood, not yours), everyone fights for themselves.
Your wealth is a ravenous beast (spill their blood, not yours), it takes your war somewhere else.
You say you’re terrified
of suffering, loss and hunger
not-knowing what it’s like.
Don’t promise me peace
cultivating hate and rancour.
Fear is like a disease.
pour ta voiture,
pour ton statut,
pour ton sucre,
pour ton café,
pour tes bijoux,
pour ton budget,
pour ton mode de vie,
pour toi, toi, toi, toi
When it comes to your own privileges (spill their blood, not yours), everyone fights for themselves.
Your wealth is a ravenous beast (spill their blood, not yours), it takes your war somewhere else.
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8. |
Nähe
03:03
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Look into my eyes, in between us lies
a whole world of unspoken words, of secrets and lies.
I can feel you near, I remember our fear
of losing ground. Remember.
Ferne nährt Nähe
Nähe nährt Schmerz
Je weiter ich gehe
I’ve tried many lives, I’ve died in many ways,
but I failed to get rid of these bygone days.
I can feel your touch on my body, on my thoughts.
It’s breaking up my shell.
I can hear your voice, it haunts me like an echo:
Come back, come back.
I see you dissolve like a shadow.
Oh this darkness is mine.
Faster and faster, further and further
the further I get, the deeper the void
Ferne nährt Nähe
Nähe nährt Schmerz
Je weiter ich gehe
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9. |
Reality Is...
03:22
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Live how you live, love who you love, dress how you dress.
Smash traditions, break conventions, leave a mess.
You'll see, soon all borders will be fluid.
Let them talk, don’t give a fuck, move it!
Tell me, tell me what you’ve been dreaming of.
Take me with you into your universe.
There is no foretold fate, we set the rules.
Reality is what we create.
No framing, no dogmas, no sins.
Celebrate the difference the disobedience.
No more hiding, no more silence, no hang back.
Your courage, my solidarity will leave a crack.
Tell me, tell me what you’ve been dreaming of.
Take me with you into your universe.
There is no foretold fate, we set the rules.
Reality is what we create.
Entangled feelings,
the ambience so cold.
Entangled feelings,
webs of meaninglessness - cut me out!
Tell me, tell me what you’ve been dreaming of.
Take me with you into your universe.
There is no foretold fate, we set the rules.
Reality is what we create.
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10. |
My Mirror
03:46
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There’s a mirror hanging in my chest,
in the darkness it reflects.
Showing me pictures of all the way we came
walking on pain.
The world is made of broken pieces,
nothing can be undone.
I am wondering what relief is.
One day it may be gone.
It reveals what we already feel,
it no longer scares me.
We all hurt each other, we all carry our scars.
This is the truth to be seen.
The world is made of broken pieces,
nothing can be undone.
I am wondering what relief is.
One day it may be gone.
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