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Dormer
02:56
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I canʼt explain the feeling
that sometimes runs through my mind all night long
abandon the right to fall asleep
waiting for something to end a life, a night
switching sides ten million times
getting off all bitter lines
change the channel again and again
afraid to give up control
letting everything go
life is too short to waste it on doubts
I canʼt explain the feeling
that sometimes runs through my mind all night long
abandon the right to fall asleep
waiting for something to end a life, a night
I wasted my life why shouldnʼt I waste death
(while I was) never fulfilling mine or their plans
reading books to cure this disease
to cure this good times hangover
I canʼt explain the feeling
that sometimes runs through my mind all day long
abandon the right to stay awake
waiting for something to end a life, a day
I tried to paint it all black but I am running out of ink
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The pre-assembled life
02:56
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wasting my day – wasting my life
wasting every thought on it
what the hell became of that small town kid
it is easier to do what everybody does
there is that small narrow path
tarred with prejudice
I donʼt want it – never needed it
this pre-assembled life
however we all live it
never question and despise everything else
the embarrassing, the unusual and the strange
and the old and out of style
the whole question makes me so sick
I donʼt want to ask anymore
I donʼt want to fight anymore
I donʼt want to search no more for something else
at least it forms identity
makes me feel like home looks ok
I donʼt want it – never needed it
this pre-assembled life
however we all live it
never question and despise everything else
the embarrassing, the unusual and the strange
and the old and out of style
and there is this mirror
in every ad youʼre passing by
with the desire to possess more than you ever need
the pre-assembled life has taken from me
more than I ever wanted
born to consume and to buy stuff that I donʼt need
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Leave behind
02:24
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there are too many things – to see them all in one life
weʼre sorting out – what feels not right
canʼt we be born old – to grow younger each day
and leave this world - in reverse
a privilege denied to many
and the greatest gift youʼve ever gotten
a privilege denied to many
but youth is still wasted on the young
the years are passing by – but nothings working out
the way you want it to
still it gets you mad - youʼre counting these days
by hitting the bottle
so better sing – for yourself – or someone else
as loud as you can
donʼt hesitate – and focus on – on all the things
you donʼt want to leave behind
a privilege denied to many
and the greatest gift youʼve ever gotten
a privilege denied to many
but youth is still wasted on the young
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Late bloom
03:06
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youʼre feeling warm and comfortable
by the promises youʼve made every day
please frame that moment
when the emptiness stays outside
knocking at your front door
this soul will never leave this land
give up security and contentment
“pull your finger out” is what they say
to be someone (better) but never good enough
please donʼt ask me when youʼre gone
was this effort worth all the pain
that you went through
standing next to your bed and the cold steps in
youʼre feeling freer than ever before
please donʼt ask me when youʼre gone
was this effort worth all the pain
that you went through
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Golden key asylum
02:26
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what has happened to all the dreams that you had once?
and all the passion that was shining through?
back and forth between your heart and head
you canʼt seek fortune in yesterday
Golden Keys cannot rust but they get lost sometimes
Golden Keys – the only thing youʼve ever trusted in
Golden Keys cannot rust but someone will take them
Golden Keys – the only thing for you
your mind will always stick in the past
and this place called home is fading
asylum isnʼt given everywhere
all these memories that we share
all these feelings that we bear
is it me whoʼs stuck somewhere?
are we both getting lost?
Golden Keys cannot rust but they get lost sometimes
Golden Keys – the only thing youʼve ever trusted in
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6. |
Negative adjectives
02:41
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I will not write this with best regards
weʼre always tending to fall apart
expect the best accept the worst
thatʼs why we think that life is cursed
sometimes life is a tennis match
I never liked this game
instead of looking forward I try to take the blame
but my shoulders are weak they carry the weight of the world
that I am fighting against getting jaded and feeling old
let it go, let it go, to hell let it go
punks like us like to pretend
that life is not going well
let it pass, let it pass
I hate it when I ask
how much time is left for us to act bad-ass
I would trade nothing for a summer hang at OT 166
so itʼs all not as bad as it could be
but times are changing for the worse
this is a fact I canʼt ignore since 1994
let it go, let it go, to hell let it go
punks like us like to pretend
that life is not going well
let it pass, let it pass
I hate it when I ask
how much time is left for us to act bad-ass
skipping through my whole record collection
“Into The Unknown” is my lonely island record
but I heard it is not okay
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Everlasting
03:01
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you can dig the deepest holes
you can plant the greenest grass
seared fruits and withered grain
is the only thing to pick
without water there is nothing to crop
pray for rain – you canʼt let go the feeling of hope
when you loose – the hand that feeds you
pray for rain – you canʼt let go the feeling of hope
pray and wait you only pray and wait
and youʼre spinning and you canʼt go on like this
and youʼre waiting for your irrigation plant to be fixed
the heat is getting more unbearable
the endless fight — drought versus flood
youʼre sick of all the fighting — youʼre sick of all the trying
in a game you can only lose
pray for rain – you canʼt let go the feeling of hope
when you loose – the hand that feeds you
finally the sky gets dark
and you feel the first drops on your skin
This is the barren land and you are giving in
when dust fills your lungs you sleepwalk in the sand
youʼre always waiting for clouds
folded hands – closed eyes
unable to write a note to be meant everlasting
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Couch sematary
02:06
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everything I can see there
is everything I donʼt want to see
everything I can hear there
is everything I donʼt want to hear
I wonder if thereʼs someone
whoʼs not feeling ashamed
and how bad entertainment has become these days
I donʼt wanna be buried in a couch cemetery
between chips and coins
I see people competing
and trying to get the crown
I see peoples blackouts
the yellow press writes about
I donʼt wanna be buried in a couch cemetery
between chips and coins
I donʼt wanna be buried in a couch cemetery
Itʼs better to switch in hurry
than being in a couch cemetery
It is all so disgusting and dulling the mind
neither searching for “top-girls”
nor living in a jungle
nor on a house-boat in Berlin.
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Above all
02:57
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some things canʼt be left unsaid
and Iʼm repeating what canʼt be said enough
youʼre waving the flag with wrong intentions
youʼre proud of a nation
but itʼs just the place where you were born
nothing more nothing less
you set yourself above all
I canʼt find a reason to be proud or ashamed
but non-open mindedness – I call it a crime
it is better for us to raise our voice
against borders and nationalism
you set yourself above all
I wave the flag against homophobia
I wave the flag for anti-fascism
I wave the flag for never giving in
I wave the flag for anti-racism
I wave the flag for not eating animals
for being tolerant and free from bigotry
I wave the flag for individuality
I wave the flag for open-mindedness
neither proud nor do I feel ashamed
I would be proud if all these fascist dumbasses disappear
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Furioso
01:31
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we all hide behind our masks
that we carefully built of the right stuff
are we all fake?
will you turn it off or force a brand new start.
thereʼs nothing new to me anymore
and these bruises will fade
sarcasm safes – please set me free
after laughter there comes tears
and I will shred as long as it takes
to put back an honest smile on my numb face.
thereʼs nothing new to me anymore
and these bruises will fade away
thereʼs nothing new to me anymore
and after laughter comes tears.
the mediator between
the head and hands must be the heart!
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11. |
Reverse psychology
03:42
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with reverse psychology
you can win like a trilogy
please donʼt push it too far
just remember his name (Jar-Jar)
you hate all authorities
you never cared when they say “please”
“They just try to drag me down”
you wonʼt sing-a-long with me now
when all the anger makes you blind
to see that you canʼt walk the line
when the walls come closing in
please donʼt lose sight, donʼt give in
you wonʼt sing-a-long with me now
with reverse psychology
you will love “Chinese Democracy”
please donʼt push it too far
just remember his name (Axl)
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