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Unleash
00:43
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Monster
04:04
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I see a black line that forms into shapes and styles.
I see two red lines that eredicate.
I see some black lines that are non-existent.
I see some red lines that humiliate.
Are you one of those who retrace the red lines or
do you paint your own black castle to keep you locked inside?
One unique key to protect your childhood's dreams,
to keep your demons away? You are not alone!
We hide behind those brick walls, because we're all afraid.
But do we all think that this brick will stand against a cannonball?
They will demolish your protecting shield.
They will step right into you dreams and take them away from you.
They will demolish your protecting shield.
They will step right into you dreams and take them away from you.
Infiltrating them with different thoughts and a neutral status quo,
letting you and all the others forget what it means to dream.
To have a vision, a goal in life, the will to achieve something.
Get out of my dreams!
My vision is fading. All I see is blurred.
I want to fight back, but all I am is weak.
So I let them in without opposing.
My very own life has been taken.
It took my whole life to build this castle, but now it's made of sand.
The moon is rising and the flood is coming and there is nothing I can do.
A world collapsing. My lungs are dry.
But every time a moment dies a new one is created.
My last opportunity comes with a second chance and
this time you won't take this life.
I grab a hand, two hands.
We will unite: my heart, my friends, my family, we'll take you down!
People of this world, hear my words:
Let us all unite!
And fight for a change!
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3. |
Diamond
03:51
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Inspiration is developed by a shock from your heart.
It strucks through your body from the bottom to your head.
One special moment where everything stands still and suddenly
your head is filled with emotions and feelings you never want to end.
But lately these moments became very rare.
Not only for me but I think for everyone else.
When everything lies in front of your feet
you have to bend over and you got everything you need.
I miss those challenges in life, these moments where you have actually to think,
to use your brain or the rest of your body to fulfill huge things.
While humanity has overtaken its own evolution
and everyone is longing for his own devotion.
I never had that problem; I found inspiration in a single tree,
a few days later I had a meaning for every single leaf.
And now I'm sitting here and I don't know what to write about
but my lack of creativity and all I doubt.
I've got ups and downs and downs and ups
and I can't wait 'til this world will collapse
so I can get rid of this feeling of being uninspired
and the desire of creating anything on my own,
the desire to make the best out of my life.
Have I already seen all I get to see in my life
or is it just the chasing of time?
Have I already turned into a hardened diamond?
Where nothing can break through, except some rays of light?
Have I already turned into dust
that nothing will ever touch?
Have I already seen all I get to see in my life
or is it just the chasing of time?
Have I already turned into a hardened diamond?
Where nothing can break through, except some rays of light?
Have I already turned into dust
that nothing will ever touch?
I don't care if I'm dust or a fucking diamond.
I will raise my voice just to scream above your heads.
I will scream for my life.
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4. |
Dejection
05:41
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So it looks like we're at that point again
where I don't know where to start and where to stop
and I can't decide if it's good or bad or just one of my stupid ideas
that will lead to disappointment.
I always think I have the right answers but I don't.
I can analyse and predict what the fuck I want.
I can have the highest expectations just to lower them
again and again and again and again and again.
Until I reach that one point when I realize the truth,
the truth which is the most beautiful lie I always tell to myself.
And then there is disappointment
and the thoughts about how much time I wasted
and the loss of my self-confidence.
I want to pack my bag and leave all of this behind me.
I want to lie in my little black hole.
I want to take every word I ever said
and put it back into my mouth just to swallow them all at once.
Thinking back I never did anything of this.
I never stopped doing what I like.
I always made this for fun and I always will.
But now it's really hard to get back on track.
And when I thought that all my misery has come to an end
the next bottle of glass smashed into pieces.
I stepped into the shards and waited for the blood
but I didn't feel anything, no pain or whatsoever.
I always step on so many things.
Callus has formed at the sole of my own two feet but
I still stumble over them.
Once you have broken something you can't break it again.
I'm not sure whether I am really broken or just got used to those things.
Is it really possible to shut down your emotions completely?
Is it good or bad and am I save or in danger from humanity?
Will I ever count as the feeling and caring husband again?
As long as I believe, I can get out of this grief.
I won't be dejected again. Get me out of here!
FUCK
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5. |
Drowning
03:51
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We need to figure why all the things that are connected do not correlate.
Correlation does not imply causation.
Correlation does not imply causation.
Every single day I get things thrown at my face.
Whether they are advertisements or bad news on the tv.
But now a pile of mud has formed around my feet and crawls up to my knees.
I am starting to drown.
Buy this, need that, like this, share that.
A tiny war developed in my head.
Buy this, need that, like this, share that.
I can resist, I will not bend
Sales are rising, need more money, stay at the top, keep this running.
Sales are rising, need more money, stay at the top, keep this running.
I can't stop!
Sales are rising, need more money, stay at the top and keep this running.
I am the working machine that was only created for destruction.
I am the working machine that will lead to the death of all of you
We can only count on numbers and statistics.
Make profit regardless of the consequences.
What? Thousands of children die of hunger ever day?
That's not my business; I'm a salesman.
The mud is crawling into my brain.
It's overtaking me now. I can't defeat it!
System reset, you're already a part of us.
We don't treat you like a human, you are just a tool.
You will do all of our work, while we make more cash than we need.
Execution denied, let's face reality!
I switch off the TV and get back on my own two feet.
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6. |
Distorted
03:08
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I can hear the sound of a thousand screaming voices.
They chose the night so nobody could hear them.
I can see their suits walking on the boardwalk.
So that the sun won't shine on their pale skin.
I walk on those streets all day and night
and I am fascinated by both sides.
The one pretending how it's all working fine.
The other being honest in the purest of design.
Dead men with no facial expression.
Running fast, coming late, standing still in progression.
Head down and watch at the dirt on the boardwalk.
Avoid the cracks and every other pair of shoes.
Blurry faces and a laughing girl in your arm.
Stumble slow, forget time, float away in your charm.
Head down and watch your puke on the boardwalk.
Avoid the cracks and... Wait? What's your name again?
You can watch life from two different perspectives.
Distorted by the pros and cons that are hidden everywhere.
What side will you choose?
I walk both sides of the metaphor
to learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness
to the despair of others.
To learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness
to the despair of others.
When I look at their faces
they are waiting for something to happen.
For money to fall into a cup,
for someone to recognize their pain.
There is a thin line between those two sides.
(Text inspired by J. Michael Straczynski)
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7. |
We Are Burning
03:47
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They say there's a fire burning in the sky
but they overlooked the fact that it all started down here.
Why do they always have to look up there and find their reason in something they can't even reach?
Why do we blame each other for the mistakes we've made?
Why do we blame each other for the mistakes we've made?
I just can't get over the fact that I'm burning and so do you.
We're all burning in this wasteland of democracy and peace.
But we just don't see it. We don't feel it. We ignore it.
And while we're all burning for the wrong reasons
we torch everyone and everything around us.
Everyone has his own fire, burning inside of him
but we are afraid of letting it go. Letting it chase the things it longs for.
We reached the status quo of society, as mankind can no longer explode because of their inner fear of an impact.
Either be positive or negative but don't be a person without an opinion! Masked, in fear of hate.
Show me your face!
Rip off that mask of yours and show me who you really are.
No one will recognize you because they don't know your face.
We are the people, we burn this world, we cut those trees, we kill ourselves,
we are responsible for all the terrible things that happen on earth,
we admit our faults and we want to change them!
We're not perfect, but that's human nature.
Stand up for your mistakes and blame yourself!
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8. |
It's About Time
04:25
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I'm sitting here in the dark.
TV noises are numbing my ears.
I'm rubbing my eyes. Pretending I'm blind.
I'm smelling my feet. My very own pollution.
The bitter taste of a calming beer runs through my throat.
But the important thing is: what am I feeling?
I feel nothing but the touch of my own two hands.
'Cause there is nothing else for them to reach for.
I guess there is no solid grasp in sight.
I guess there is no solid grasp in sight.
I barely want to gasp for another breath.
All this pressure is compressing my chest.
But I've put myself in this situation.
The weaker I am, the stronger I'll be.
My body is weak but my mind may be strong.
I won't let this get to me, no one will pursue me.
But there's a mistake I've made: I was one of them.
Now open up your mind: you sometimes have to take your time.
But watch out for the thieves out there, the ones that borrow and steal your time.
But watch out for the thieves out there, the ones that borrow and steal your time.
They can't take it from you if you don't want them to.
"There is no time for this, I need to focus on that.
There is no room for this, I have to plan for that."
There is no joy in life if everything is planned on time.
Do you really think every breath you take has to follow a schedule?
Do you really think following some old footsteps will make you different?
I don't think that way!
And because I may have gone astray,
I'll be the happy one when we meet in hell.
Be afraid, I'll be the happy one, when we meet.
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9. |
Compass
02:59
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There are a few people with a compass in their hand,
Walking in front of a dead nation, leading their path.
They want to reach some goals, want to fulfill expectations.
But what if they're not leading you into a specific direction?
Maybe they are just in front and everyone is following them
because they got that little thing in their hands.
Letting everybody think that they know where they are going
and we trust them without questioning.
They are the only ones who can operate this thing
and we don't even want to take a glimpse of it.
Or even to figure out how it actually works.
Or even to figure out how it actually works.
Why shouldn't we trust someone with more money and power than everyone else?
They know what they are doing, right?
They know what they are doing, right?
Why shouldn't we trust someone with more money and power than everyone else?
They know what they are doing, right?
They know what they are doing, right?
Everyone should get their own compass
and everyone should learn how to use it.
And then everyone should head to his own direction,
maybe thinking about his path,
maybe thinking about his goal,
they can do whatever they want.
As long as they're not blocking the path or the goal of others
there's nothing wrong with this idea.
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10. |
Directions
01:43
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11. |
My Conversation
04:36
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My mind is going crazy, why aren't you listening to me?
Why should I believe just one word you say?
My opinion has some value!
So you think everyone is listening?
And every person on this planet
should follow your opinion
because YOU think you're right?
My mind is going crazy.
My, my mind is going,
my, my mind is going crazy.
I think im going insane.
I, I think im going
I, I think im going insane.
I never said anything like that.
I am just a human being but maybe they think different now.
And your government won't be able to stop this.
You think you're invincible?
You think you can withstand our power?
We are everywhere and you know that.
We will silence your voice when you least expect it.
So this is your opinion to the freedom of speech
and every fucking person on this planet should agree?
You can kill me but you will never silence me.
You can kill me but you will never take my (voice).
They won't take it.
They won't take it.
They won't take it.
They won't take it.
They won't take it.
They won't take it.
They won't take it.
They will take!
My voice slowly fades away
and I don't think I'll stay here with you.
They took everything but one part of me will still remain.
Just listen to my last words, and see how a speech transforms into a poem.
WE ARE AWAKE!
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12. |
My Poem
03:55
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We are awake and we see
all these blurry things were washed away into one deep blue sea.
Where every particle is a part of it but it's also useless and doesn't really fit.
As we drown in the masses, we are silenced.
No word will reach the surface, begging for help.
We can't see a thing because of all the trash that has been thrown into the deep.
It's just a slimy green soup and it makes me wanna puke.
The sound is modulated by every single particle it passes.
Causing confusion, causing distraction, causing wrong actions.
And those particles, they are so cold. They move, but they do not live.
They follow the path that someone told them to walk.
And do you wanna know what this world tastes like?
It tastes like the bitterness that every single one of them is sequestering.
Every single one of them!
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13. |
My End
02:23
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