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euphoria  I’ve always waited for a day like this. My mind is focused and I clinched my fists. Outside it’s getting loud. A thousand people shout. Their screams they cut the calm before the storm. We are fast, we are strong, it seems that nothing can go wrong. The time has come and I am sure that we will give the best we can.Chorus: I can. I’m still feeling all this energy in me. We set the air on fire. Hands up - you know exactly what I mean. I can’t hear you - SCREAM.A painful hit and everything turns black. But just a scratch, no time to care about that. We are fast, we are strong, it seems that nothing can go wrong. The time has come and I am sure that we will give the best we can.ChorusNot wasting time - the drama is not to come. The heat is on and that’s okay. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. My ice, my slot, your boards. We’ll win this game right from the start.I can. With this crowd here standing right behind me. I will make sure they won’t forget ’bout it again. Chorus.
dying nine to five from here where I stand I can almost comprehend. until the bell rings us to work and brings us back to life again. but can’t we just freeze and pause for a second, I’m burned out and can it be that everyone here looks the same!?Boredom – it is all so toxic; Slave for ever and more, this gunshot sounds like you! You speak my name and it never sounded more unconcerned than it did today and way too polite. I guess you need a hand for a second, I could help but can it be that every one here has the same fucking name!? Everyday’s like the one before dying nine to five, this is –   ChorusIn this wonderland I can hardly breathe. The tar has seeped into my lungs but at least I can survive another day.I can’t be like you, can’t feel like you do, the longer I’m waiting the more I get used to acting like these mindless robots they are forced to serve and obey, drowned by society! All this fear becomes a bigger part of me. I get swallowed but I just don’t want to be a slave forever till this gunshot sets me free.  Chrorus
just one day (too much) Gather my affection for you it will grow this cancer. Question why we play these games when we know the awnsers. I’m not satisfied and this is not my home. And I’m not so sure it’s any good. We’re sharpening stakes that should stay blunt. These ghosts reveal that I’m still torn. I don’t want to play anymore. I’d rather turn my back on this,even if that means I lose. I should have quit days ago. (when it all meant something) He was a stop-gap I wonder why you can’t see that. Rip apart the playing fields cause we’ve all back killed it. I’m not satisfied and this is not my home. And I’m not so sure it’s any good. We’re sharpening words that should not be said to cause what we’ve made of it today. And for this love I hate you, I guess I have made myself clear enough. When the whole world knows we have nothing in common then why do I still have to think this could mean more. Now that this day has come… oh how I wish this could mean more.Drama, my drama queen; Puss wet – so obscene; Well I know, fucking the beauty queen save the best for last and let her know how much it hurts. Chorus
memories Well I’d like to know why the kids aren’t running from the rain. No “smooth way”, no “living fast”, seems we forgot about everything. Can you hear they are playing our song? - I start to remember! It’s like watching an old movie again and again. We can be sure that it will always end the same. And our memories will be written on crosses which mark the place we’ve changed. Every little thing we ploted out, stupid funny times we had, recounting every action, I’ll write it in a book.I need it, so feed me. Seems I forgot about everything. Can you hear they are playing our song? Four minutes of history but that’s not long. Can we have just one more? I need it cause right now I feel like I’m on top of the world! Chorus
last chance blvd. Well I know when I turn wrong, when I am set on fire I regret it every day. I regret this every day. My skin turns pale and I don’t care about all the people that care about me. They’re my closest enemies. They’ve become my enemies.All of the scars will tell… Here I am with my head in my hands with my knees on the ground and some blood on the carpet.I regret it every day. With every sin, every lie it gets easier, only my heart is beating faster, faster! It’s the seed that grows in me.All of the scars will last, all of the beauty will fade too fast. So many times they’ve passed me by, but they couldn’t see.All the sins and all the lies – I know; every sin and every lie – I know…
silk & summer She walks through endless meadows and in all this splendour signs of discontentment sparkle from her lips. Like luke-warm rain in summer and I’m sorry after, sorry after all I’ve done. (and when the sun is sinking slowly…) On a night like this, so majestic; if could only live in light like this. It’s you who makes us beautiful and now the pills will ease the pain. The liquor will ease the pain as well. So all is numb! It’s tragic anyway Through an open window the wind blows your hair into my face. Would you be at loss to give one last embrace on a night like this? We’re moved, we breathe so slow, we’re calm on a night like this. It’s you who made us beautiful and now the pills will ease the pain, a bullet could ease the pain as well! ChorusEnd to all, end to all of what was so delightful. Now it’s numb.
age of thequeerinus Broken and anxious on the backseat of this old-fashioned car, through these windows all seems purple, we can’t tell who’s our (friendly) host today. Let me forget that those bridges are falling apart (Not at all, not at all) I am so tired of excuses, they mean nothing I said nothing! (not at all) We’re all born stubborn, point our fingers on the Holy Ghost. We’ve decided for our selves now no one knows it but the holy and the child. Chorus So trained not to speak to much, I am so lame… Chorus BOOM!
the liquid-show You wanna fill up your brain, you wanna do it again, you wanna drown yourself and drink until the very end You’re gonna blow of your head, you wanna fit through a grid and so you turn into a liquid piece of shit! I can’t hold, I will break, you take the fun out of it, babe! I’m afraid I will fall, I will be forever yours! Tonite you’re lookin’ so good, you are the priest of the hood, you are the king of the fools an they will follow your rules. You’re a conductor in a neon three-piece-suit and that suit looks good and your band is masses of glasses. The minute you give yourself away you’re ready to be king for a day. You’re sucking the smoke into your lungs and then you have fun. You wanna dance – and you do it – and you’re better than usher.You’re doing pot you’re doing pills and then it feels like a crush. You’re gonna stuff it all in and then you puke it all out that is your method of mayhem, that’s what it’s all about. No I ain’t going home today! Chorus
caught under your chest I’ve begun to see the skies and that really made me laugh last night. It’s all history but you still miss me and I am not desirable and quality I’ve worked hard for so how can you dare to like me? Caught under your chest (it starts to suck here) and you will turn my freedom into your triumph. Make me hesitate, start to legislate – oh darling, you’re still stronger. We will take the same road, the same damned way we always do and I just turn the music louder. I want to drown the sound of your voice; violent pounding in my ears. Though I’m not listening it still just pisses me off! ChorusDressed in nothing just a club in my hands; if I get the chance to, I will beat the shit out of you. Dressed in nothing just a club in my hands, I’ve got the chance but I’ve followed you.   Chorus
lipstick won’t change a thing Another sleepless night again and for some little rest I hope it bleeds faster. And in one splendid moment lies another vacuum-sealed decision. I could also scream “bulls-eye” – but your eyes tell stories that I would never read. (So leave the skirt on) And when it comes to an end, I’ll be waiting for it (you’re not listening) You’re so wrong this time in all you think, I’m fine and cleaner than you. I’m sure that’s nothing new. All of the things I cannot see they waste the very best of me. And it bleeds, bastard! Another sleepless night again and while the early bird is making clear what time it is I just wish that I could make him feel like me. (And you too) And when it comes to an end, I’ll be waiting for it (you’re not listening) Chorus Now, it all gets clearer the faster I breathe. I watch the world in slow motion. And keeping all away is so much easier when you’re not here to say: “this love is dying”. And this time I will grant those feelings their well deserved funeral. I keep it all away as far as I can and I’m positive today that this love is dying. Watch me, I get rid of it. And when it comes to an end, I’ll be waiting for it!   Chorus
cheers This place does not move me like it did back when we sat here dreaming and missing school again. The ice in the wind as it touches our skin… Remember when we first met at Joey’s? You, the lovely and I, the guy who was just there. And now I lie here again…I   can’t    follow The years have passed; I don’t know where you’ve been. We’ve spent time on other things and fell in love with them. And now I lie here again…I   can’t   follow   (Are we here to understand?)
flowers in the desert A fist gets raised to the sky, silence fills the room before it punches down again. A frightened man beneath with a broken will whispering prayers to himself. The ceiling-fan keeps turning around but it can’t dry the sweat on his skin. A million reasons why all this happens but only one way it can end… We need to stop before the whole of humanity becomes an echo of the shout it used to be. (I won’t be part of this game!) And every time we make a stand it remains like footsteps in the sand. The disease of a whole generation but we look away. He takes his aim at the target, the sunlight hits the gun, sparkles on the steel. A man not willing to die knowing all extremes – in his heart he’s still hoping that this won’t hurt and won’t take long. He hopes that maybe they grant him mercy, but he’s wrong. We need to stop before the whole of humanitybecomes an echo of the shout it used to be. Chorus…but we switch the channel when we hear ‘bout murder. A whole generation is looking away! A fist gets raised to the sky, silence fills the room before it punches down again. A frightened man beneath with a broken will whispers prayers. He keeps hoping that this won’t hurt and won’t take long. He hopes that maybe they grant him mercy, but he’s wrong. Chorus (Outro)