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Alright
03:25
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Everything will be alright
is the sweetest of all lies.
But please prove me wrong
and make sure that we survive.
But if not make it all worthwhile.
For I search for the words that describe
the wrath that you have lit in me.
And I long for a love
that is spread with a fist in the air.
So let's meet at the point
where our frames are seperated.
May they collide
so we expand horizons.
So come let us walk without fear
because everything will be alright.
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2. |
Walls
05:19
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We never made up a difference.
We've always known it was there.
We grew up in the distance
and the walls are our shelter
who cares?
Seperation is comforting fear.
Please don't let those thoughts
control your precious hearts.
Tear it down one doubt a time.
Leave all fear behind to finally
free everything that makes you love.
The walls in our hearts are greater
than those made out of stone
that fell long ago.
It's not the walls. It's in our hearts.
So if I want this to end...
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3. |
Wasteland
02:52
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Grey streets I used to wander
embellished by remains.
Reminders of the madness
are vivid colour stains.
Streets that I used to wander
the brightest of ruins.
The emptiness is soothing me
like meadows full of green.
Directives, boundaries, schedules
have become obsolete.
The vastness is our canvas
create what we believe!
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4. |
Fiction
02:15
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We don't feel nothing more than we see.
Close your eyes - it's a great relief.
But when your rival since birth
becomes a sibling in fate,
confusion is great.
Who are you?
Who are they?
The less we dream the more we accept.
Injustice is caused by the lifes we relish.
You're not alone, there's more of us.
The life you choose has impact on us.
You say that's nothing but fiction,
but we cant live in this prison.
You say that's nothing but fiction.
People die in constriction.
Let's give our lifes for this fiction!
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5. |
Remains
03:58
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Tear out my veins
and please the thirst.
May my remains
cherish the earth
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6. |
Restless
03:48
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My spirit is restless,
to settle is a step to the grave.
My bones are connected
to the dirt from which they were made.
My feet run in circles,
my eyes follow tracks on the ground.
It's a busy path that I walk on.
It will certainly guide me home.
These days I feel the urge
to finally get lost on my way.
Release my eyes from the soil
that my shoes have been corrugating forever.
So what if I want this to end now?
Would you still take my hand
and be ready to leave?
Jump over fences!
Relinquish old boundaries!
Enter the new ground!
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