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Pitchforks
02:47
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these are unkind, unreliable times.
tar and feathers, pitchforks and lights.
what is the price of undiscovered crimes
for another. for a lie!
for a lie – for another
and what is left behind.
for a night and a lover
and amor for the mind.
these are unkind, desperate times.
tar and feathers, pitchforks and lights.
what is the price of unforgivable crimes
for another, for a lie!
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Choices
04:05
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Choices of past times!
An eye for the torn track, an eye that’s tracking the lines.
I can’t decide – one million choices…
… line the way that drove me in this darkness
I can’t enlighten a softer track of life.
the inner circles of another lifetime,
collapse to bits of chance I left behind.
Falling for prospects!
Try desperately wild to reach an untouchable price.
I cannot try enough to beg for my own forgiveness.
How can I stop the blame that comes from judges inside??
And I can’t decide – for million choices…
… line the way that drove me in this darkness
I can’t enlighten a softer track of life.
the inner circles of another lifetime,
collapse to bits of chance I left behind.
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Idiot Siege
02:40
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through the streets that still show signs of last time,
walk in an order, shoulders form the lines.
and the eyes that saw what happened last night,
false! blind!
what is that voice that calls this innocent??!
a siege to mind!
those who turn their backs and hope for justice-
i shiver by the uninspired reply.
and those who talk the most are saying nothing.
false lies!
an idiot ‘s voice that calls this innocent –
a siege to mind!
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Lesson
03:27
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for a walk in the shadows
i’ve given up all that is bright.
for a glance of my conscience
I silenced the uprising cries.
when my own bare existence
comes as a more twisted surprise.
oh, what is left when the tables that turn
throw their gifts in the cracks of this life?
try to stop me from failing.
throw great ideas into my eyes.
try and keep me from falling
with your lessons of lies.
another round in the game of injustice
forgotten is all that is right.
another round where the tables that turn
throw their gifts in the cracks of this life.
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Imprints
03:54
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scratches, grime, sorrow
traces of time wasted (by your sides)
disputes, fights, fall outs
twisted delight, burned up thoughts and minds
to discover what’s left behind,
forgotten imprints, (of) four different lines
(forgotten lines) like a triumph of those times
like a sketch for a better live
like a picture of what is mine
(trapped in four minds )
like a trail I leave behind
enough great jaunts for a second live
leave a grid to sort our mind
to discover what falls behind,
forsaken imprints – changing lines.
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Succession
03:25
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ather, another talk!
One last tired attempt to mend this blown-up core.
Too bright, the memory of
the everlasting walks of who owed who the most.
Crashing between the lines,
burning in rage you left behind.
An entire life.
Pacing in silent minds.
A halfhearted decision to break up this life.
breaking another time.
racing your highway of sorrow lines.
raging to reach your side!
an entire life.
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The Son
03:00
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In honor of the son, the golden child.
Forgotten is the one unfortunate night.
Comes to the open arms of those in charge.
For time has overcast the drunken past.
A night that’s kept alive.
For the life that’s worth the lie.
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Static Means Leipzig, Germany
Static Means is a post-punk band from Leipzig (GER).
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