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Himeropa
04:20
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In the tide our wrecks are drowning.
Their coatings are waiting to rust in peace.
Blowing out our fire before the ocean’s on heat.
From north into nothing we float on a wide sea with our heads against the sunrise.
We are ready for!
We`ve followed the sounds of relentless sirens sitting on our brother`s bones.
We have seen their made up faces singing songs so teasingly.
You don`t need to gutter wax in your ears so that you can`t hear their death-call anymore.
Cuz they`ll run dry as you sing your own melody.
I`m lucid dreaming in a world which fell asleep and I call your dreams!
I can hear the silence of your broken rebel heart but I feel it beats!
On the passage I am, from the empire of shadows into the waves of an opened eye,
Well, I`ve learned that these horrid ghosts once turn to rousing carriers!
So I`m bleeding consciously to pay the ferryman`s charges.
Forced to be bloodless and simple men while the Seas of Karma illuminate the dissonance to,
Wake me from hibernation.
Wake me for the spring.
Wake me and let it all begin.
Wake me, Gulls of Eden.
Wake me with your songs.
Wake me when the morning comes.
I`m lucid dreaming in a world which fell asleep and I`m still calling your dreams!
I can hear the silence but I can feel a beat!
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Virgin Eyes
04:15
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Nice and slow I`m growing up, nice and slow I know the mission,
For what everyone is bleeding here as if we`ve lost our ambition.
They say: “You need to find a role.” - In this clear tragedy you know,
But I came for the cast of the boy who`d never grow up.
You won`t get the kid, he`s a runaway for always, running from the dying land.
And when the Big Boys have been swallowed by the growth, these virgin eyes will find their way back home.
I`m running fast, I`m running quiet far away from here over the shambles of their childhood dreams - of mine I`ll take care!
I don`t wanna be misunderstood, just hold these eyes under the hood,
until the coast is clear from the hunters of the children`s tears!
I`ve got a way to tell the kids “They`re lying.”
Take all your artless dreams and close your eyes tonight.
`Cause you can get away from the trouble they wanna pass, so run little boy, run fast.
We won`t give in!
We won`t surrender!
You won`t get the kid, he`s an outlaw for always.
The ‘only law’ beats in his chest.
So get up kids, get up and find your home before your eyes go blind from all these static grown-ups!
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Land Of Corruption
02:34
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In a land of corruption, a land of the free?
A youth of confusion is what I can see.
Now grow these wings you fallen angels the god out there is dead.
Rise from the skulls and bones, get up this is your chance,
To be the kings you are, together we will reign.
But first you have to break this ball and chain.
You let your mind get caught by state and politics, because you can`t see, you`re falling for its sales-gimmick.
But the finger pointing to the moon is not the moon to me, I still let it be the mystery.
In a land of the fences, a land of the free I`m losing my nationality.
Because an angel is weightless not bound on a tree, so spare me this dead philosophy!
In a land of corruption the youth`s on the rise, we came down to open our eyes.
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Soul's Art
02:57
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It`s the art which steers the course and swells the sails of the ship.
I don`t know where it`s going but I’m right here on this trip.
Through the waves with fickle tide, Black Pearl won`t meet her Waterloo.
She swims on these letters in black and white.
It`s the art which gives me backbone to set a sign today for the revolution we have left too long behind the shade.
The time has come to raise the flag for the change in our history.
It’s more than letters to me!
I’m deep in love with all the lines under my skin.
You keep me warm over those cold nights at sea.
You are the truth that I can’t hide, in the letters black and white.
I hear the ship’s bell calling out my name, every time I seem to hit the reef and need to turn the wheel again.
It’s the art who makes me remember all the words I’m running from.
You are the booze to loose my tongue.
I’m deep in love with all the lines under my skin.
You keep me warm over those cold nights at sea.
You are the truth that I can’t hide.
In your arms I feel alive.
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Nuevo Mundo
03:51
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There is always change in my ear, you can read it on my lips.
You can feel it`s coming near.
Sound of the waves from far away, I can hear you`re on your way to wash our sins in the sea.
Out of the floods you raise, Nuevo Mundo, for those who sail over the old.
Land ho me boys, I see Nuevo Mundo.
We`re coming home.
As nature is taking toll and mother Earth has turned its poles, we`ll gather way.
This ship is built for the storm.
Unborn gods and honest bandits come up from the underdeck!.
We`ll need you for our karmic figurehead.
So clip the lines fast, me brothers, and throw the loads overboard.
We come in with empty pockets. we come in with open hearts.
Out of the floods you raise, Nuevo Mundo, for those who sail over the old.
Land ho me sisters, I see Nuevo Mundo.
We`re coming home today!
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Farewell
02:42
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We’ve gathered at the boneyard to dig a pit today.
Join in and bury your skeletons deep down below the grass.
United hands carry the coffin, forever away.
Before you`ll pass, there`s one thing I still have to say:
"Farewell, dear rules we`ve never needed.
Beneath our feet you`re going down.
Farewell, intent to mislead.
Beneath our feet you`re losing ground."
I’m killing the heirs of past since I have smelled the awakening.
My life’s too short for an order where I’m not allowed to breathe.
I am the change in the end of this system.
So you gotta die here alone cuz I won`t serve you no more.
There are no breaks while we believe!
Give`em your tag on the walls we take down.
Feeble barriers set in our minds.
Thy own will cracks bricks to break out.
Our hearts know that it`s high time.
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Munta Wern
04:04
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Jo i vaobschied mi von de Gedonkn, wo i imma geng a monnshohe Maua renn.
Weil eigentlich hob i`s längst kapiert, dass ois von söba rennt.
Zlong hob i gwoat, dass vo om wos passiert, obwoi scho oiwe in mir drinnan a Bussoin liegt, de funktioniert.
Weck mi bitte auf, mir wird des zvü, wonn i ois auf amoi wü.
In ana Zeit, wo mit Load an jeda Eckn dealed wird, häng i mei Ego on de Wond, damit i endlich nüchtan werd.
Plappernde Stimm du hoidst mi auf mit deine oidn Gschichtln.
Vor wos soid i Ongst hom?
Sog ma wos soid I valian?
Du bist schnö im Kema und schnö im Obiziang.
Wia oft muas i nu schlofm, bis i endlich munta werd und i nimma suachn wü, wohi i gher?
Wia oft muas i nu schlofm, bis de Grenzn foin und i de Frog vagiss: "Wer bin i?"
So I say: Wake up into the morning light!
Jo glaubst, es gibt ka guade Nochricht, glaubst i hob ka Ass dabei?
I call di so long bis da Showdown kummt, weil du nur bluffst, mei Freind!
Mei Herz is Trumpf, sodass dei Kreiz bodn geh ko und bis i woch bin, hoid i dein Table aus.
Jo deine Pokerface-Grimassn, de bringan mi ned draus!
Wia oft muas i nu schlofm, bis i endlich munta werd und i nimma suachn wü, wohi i eigentlich higher.
Wia oft muas i nu schlofm, bis de Grenzn foin und i de Frog vagiss: "Wer bin i?"
Jo i vaobschied mi von de Gedonkn, wo i imma geng a monnshohe Maua renn, weil eigentlich hob i`s längst kapiert, dass ois von söba rennt.
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8. |
Rusty Feathers
03:50
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While you kick me in a curb with your foe projection, I feel resilience growing.
My compass` still working for a course I can`t ignore no more.
I take your taunt and deprecation to remind myself to go on where the heart tells me.
I can`t wait while nothing is changing, carrying redemption forward.
You won`t stop the waking wheel once you`ve broken the seal.
So I`ll brave for always abuse, my friend.
Speak your peace for now or get out the way.
Migratory birds, you know the cold`s a sign: "It`s time to fly."
Migratory birds.
Can you hear the falling rain and can you swallow a whole ocean then?
Or are you deaf down to those frozen feet, too coward to leave?
So may the roads be splitting fast, I span the feathering while I`m jumping off the old cracking hill.
Migratory birds, you know the cold`s a sign to fly.
Migratory birds.
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