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Liquid Recollection
03:47
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There goes another piece of you
Don’t even try to remember
It probably wasn’t true
It isn’t march it’s december
It steals the actions from your head
It flows away like water
Whatever you just did
You will repeat it shortly after
Not the same
What is that person’s name
Have I had lunch today
And what did you just say
I feel the change
I cherish what remains
If I do recall
Can’t find nothing at all
It seperates the young from old
To sacrifice the younger
To your stories you get hold
How older they are the stronger
Their attention slows it down
But nothing stops the draining
Unless science comes around
Your memory keeps on raining
Not the same
What is that person’s name
Have I had lunch today
And what did you just say
I feel the change
I cherish what remains
If I do recall
Can’t find nothing at all
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Verdrängtes Trauma
03:10
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Ich war dabei
Vergib mich
Ich weiS nicht wofür
Doch es quält mich
Das Schuldgefühl
Brennt mein Gehirn
Es war unerhört
Abscheulich
Die Gedanken sind verdrängt
Ich hab so viel Leid gekennt
Der Geist ist so schlimm gekränkt
Das Böse vom Gute getrennt
Was hab ich getan
Ich schäme mich
Ist es wirklich passiert?
Das gehört nicht
Die Gedanken sind verdrängt
Ich hab so viel Leid gekennt
Der Geist ist so schlimm gekränkt
Das Böse vom Gute getrennt
Versuche es nicht
Vergiß es!
Ich will nicht mehr
Komm laß es!
Schweig mir von ihm
Das Monster!
Ich schlafe nicht mehr
Whoo die angst!
Ich hab so viel Leid gekennt
Doch ich denke nicht mehr daran
Frage nicht danach
Das hilft nicht
Nur die Gedanke
Ist zu schwierig
Ich war dabei…
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Moral Midgetry
03:36
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There’s something wrong!
There’s something wrong with young morality
It is so small!
You can barely see it’s there
They bring them here!
They can not deal them theirselves
No matter what we try
Like cancer there’s no cure
It’s their moral midgetry that puts them here
They feel immune to all authority
Somehow they lack what’s known as decency
And so they end up doing stupid things
No respect
Just fuel on fire
Contempting all
What they desire
Their regrets
Are unexistant
Their acting like
Moral midgets
Our goal is to get them
To get them back on track
Though as soon as they leave here
The moral midget will come back
There’s something wrong!
There’s something wrong with young morality
It is so small!
You can barely see it’s there
They bring them here!
They can not deal them theirselves
No matter what we try
Like cancer there’s no cure
There’s one solution that might make them grow
Into a body worthy of display
Throw them hard head first against a wall
That will wipe out that dwarfed up mind and show them
No respect
Put out their fire
Show contempt
For what they desire
They’ll regret
Their sole existance
Will act no more
Like moral midgets
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Turbid Shape
06:42
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You were there that night, the curve was drenched in red
Probably someone appeared and stumbled into you
From the alley one emerged into the light
Can you describe that person, try to get the image right
Give us the time and you’ll see
Your reminiscence will turn clear
We’ll put the pieces in your hand
They’ll help you figure out your stand
Were you spoken to, what colour was the hair
Where was he running to and what clothes did she wear
Replay that moment tell us everything you see
Any detail might lead us to the refugee
Give us the time and you’ll see
Your reminiscence will turn clear
We’ll put the pieces in your hand
They’ll help you figure out your stand
I’m walking in that street
Night has fallen
The Lanterns guide the pavement
I hear a scream
It comes fromt he alley
Stepping towards that gaping shade
I see a man
He nearly runs me over
He’s in the light now
And I can see…
He has no face
It’s like a shadow
A sharp-edged posture, his body
I can’t perceive
I only see him
A turbid shape, a body
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