rephrasing old dogmas
we keep on repeating the same spectacle/ rephrasing old dogmas/ over and over again/ the script and the setting is the same/ rephrasing old dogmas/ over and over again/ no new noise would save us from the act of/ rephrasing old dogmas/ over and over again/ norms and not notes are to be blamed/ for this unidirectional information stream /repeat/ rephrase/ communicate
the clock’s tyranny
standing for hours in queues/ so as to be able to pay/ to pay for our misery/ our conditions keep us quiet and still/ is there a life that is more bitter than this?/ i don't wanna go through this process/ i wanna live rather than possess/ don't want the time to consume me/ i wanna end the clock's tyranny
hearts urbanized
black is the air/ bricks are turning black/ chimneys and exhausters/ vomit solid waste/ the filth of the city/ dwells deep under my skin/ (first it) poured into my pores/ (and then it) found it's place to sleep/ (now it) covers all my heart/ turning it/ insensitive/ aggressive/ egoist/ sick/ aching/ dead/ the more you're embraced by this jungle/ the closer you get to this horror/ (here) everything is square/ (here) everything possesses a stench/ i'm now an organic part/ of this inorganic place/ all the means/ all the people/ all the dreams/ all the sorrow/ piled up in one place/ one upon the other/ a complete disorder/ to be burned at the stake
failure/success
your failure my succes/ your succes my failure/ i know i will lose again/ it's clear that i got no chance/ for it's a battle between the one/ and the one zillion/ we're doomed to fail/ endure the pain/ but i proudly stand/ bare feet in the dirt/ watching your world/ coming to an end
come disaster, come catastrophe!
(instrumental)
age of isolation
she knows her fate, yet she can't understand /why she's doomed to loneliness if /she is willing to live /she' been left alone in an enormous crowd /uninteresting for the rest of the world
she's got to deal with – isolation /this society treats improperly -the old, poor, disabled and sick
she's got to deal with – isolation /(for communication equals economic interaction)
no word to beat her eardrums- but her own mumbling /nothing but a screen -to releive her solitary
now she's at the border - of madness and death /still waiting help - someone to care
no one to listen hear her cries- but herself
no one to feel her pain - but herself
pesticide
in the name of progress / we killed the insects /and sow the seeds of our death
pesticide is homicide/ i’m afraid of the consequences that may come / i’m afraid that it may wipe us out of this world leaving nothing but a scorched earth
5708 melancholia
plain black blood dripping from a razorcut on my heart / These days it hurts to be alive / The horror is embedded into my eyes / Feelings are torturing me / Wish i had no soul, no nerves no heart
beshrewed
this horror / this is a nightmare /it aint no life / but (only) survival / for it's not a blessing / but the meanest curse / only moments of joy / decades of suffering / i wanna leave / i don' fit here / can't find my place / among the living dead / i scratch the pavement barehand / to reach the soil / and bury myslef
the continuing appeal of nationalism
negras tormentas agitan los aires / nubes oscuras nos impiden ver / aunque nos espere el dolor y la muerte / contra el enemigo nos llama el deber. / if only my anger, could set your flags a-flame / burning your populist policiy filled with hate / 'cause what you call knowledge / i simply call blind faith / and this world is so much more complex / than you believe / as you grow in great numbers / you try to intimidate/ this the policy of hate
a song of innocence and experience
long is the road leading from hell to heaven / shall we change the train on our way / or shall we keep heading? to that same destination / oh, i got serious doubts if there's anything there at all / from the moment we articulate our very first cry / we're exposed to the virus called modern cul-ture / we, so innocent, and the attack so aggressive / infected, invaded, tortured, doomed / with the mother's milk we sucked this culture into ourselves / we've been cradled to sleep,dreaming the takers' dream / we're told to reach to and stay at the top of the pyramide / we buy the things from them / and we produce things they can sell, / and we are raised to depend on them / we are them / (are we the damned?) / the landscape is barren.. (we're crossing) a wasteland / what have we left behind ? does anyone remember? / in these few box-cars why are we crammed? / (we are) running out of coal, still full speed ahead
bedsheets on concrete
in the greatest filth we swarm we die / (we are) hunter and gatherers of modern times / in mountains of concrete we survive /though you cleared us out of your mind / this is life too, but not up to your taste / the sunrays caress our weary faces / our smiles are toothless but honest / it´s a misery fed happiness / every thought is like a cut with a knife / we place our bedsheets on bare asphalt / boozed up angels guard our sleep / that´s the price of being free / counting time backwards / measuring it with the loss of our teeth / there might come one day (when) / y' all will have to live like this / the dirt on our faces is the dirt that you make / the garbage that feeds us is the food that you waste
cycle of survival
like dogs on chains / who serve their master for food / day after day / to our bosses we obey / with economic hierarchy / the product slips out of our hands / they turn goods into money / to redistribute it in an unequal way / they entertain us, lull us to sleep / of our energy, they are in need / they govern us, our religion they preach / of our creativity, they are in need / they want people / who like dogs on their chains / that serve their master for food / to their bosses they obey
5708 melancholia
plain black blood dripping from a razorcut on my heart / These days it hurts to be alive / The horror is embedded into my eyes / Feelings are torturing me / Wish i had no soul, no nerves no heart
beshrewed
this horror / this is a nightmare /it aint no life / but (only) survival / for it's not a blessing / but the meanest curse / only moments of joy / decades of suffering / i wanna leave / i don' fit here / can't find my place / among the living dead / i scratch the pavement barehand / to reach the soil / and bury myslef
the continuing appeal of nationalism
negras tormentas agitan los aires / nubes oscuras nos impiden ver / aunque nos espere el dolor y la muerte / contra el enemigo nos llama el deber. / if only my anger, could set your flags a-flame / burning your populist policiy filled with hate / 'cause what you call knowledge / i simply call blind faith / and this world is so much more complex / than you believe / as you grow in great numbers / you try to intimidate/ this the policy of hate
a song of innocence and experience
long is the road leading from hell to heaven / shall we change the train on our way / or shall we keep heading? to that same destination / oh, i got serious doubts if there's anything there at all / from the moment we articulate our very first cry / we're exposed to the virus called modern cul-ture / we, so innocent, and the attack so aggressive / infected, invaded, tortured, doomed / with the mother's milk we sucked this culture into ourselves / we've been cradled to sleep,dreaming the takers' dream / we're told to reach to and stay at the top of the pyramide / we buy the things from them / and we produce things they can sell, / and we are raised to depend on them / we are them / (are we the damned?) / the landscape is barren.. (we're crossing) a wasteland / what have we left behind ? does anyone remember? / in these few box-cars why are we crammed? / (we are) running out of coal, still full speed ahead
bedsheets on concrete
in the greatest filth we swarm we die / (we are) hunter and gatherers of modern times / in mountains of concrete we survive /though you cleared us out of your mind / this is life too, but not up to your taste / the sunrays caress our weary faces / our smiles are toothless but honest / it´s a misery fed happiness / every thought is like a cut with a knife / we place our bedsheets on bare asphalt / boozed up angels guard our sleep / that´s the price of being free / counting time backwards / measuring it with the loss of our teeth / there might come one day (when) / y' all will have to live like this / the dirt on our faces is the dirt that you make / the garbage that feeds us is the food that you waste
cycle of survival
like dogs on chains / who serve their master for food / day after day / to our bosses we obey / with economic hierarchy / the product slips out of our hands / they turn goods into money / to redistribute it in an unequal way / they entertain us, lull us to sleep / of our energy, they are in need / they govern us, our religion they preach / of our creativity, they are in need / they want people / who like dogs on their chains / that serve their master for food / to their bosses they obey
