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It's always one man, trying to set a landmark, and the imprints always fail to change things for the better,
because single ideas reveal simple minds, trying to simplify things to a singular complex
that excludes chaos in an awkward attempt to structurize it, despite better knowledge
the root of the problem:
individual consciousness
may this be the word, the message if you want to
may this be the sword to cut away your ignorance
alike light: you might not discover any structure and it only reveals its true face by agreeing to the fact that you can't face its single pieces
still history repeats itself, and some think, that's the way it is.
The solution: take things as they are, because they happen to be that way
may this be the word, the message if you want to
may this be the sword to cut away your ignorance
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Shadows of Certainty
04:31
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Sometimes I'm Vincent and the Enterprise at once
scanning my needs, then try to avoid them
the cause is questioning neccessity
in order to escape certainty
well, that's not hedonistic, one can say, no
but daily urges, manly urges, urges related to my soul appear
to be creating monsters in my head now
a certain kind of fear, oh
tripping, oh, excuse me, sliding, kind of trying, without realising I would rather roll
it suits me better, oh it suits me better
taking the shadows off the light
and draw sharp lines again
I raise my left hand, watch it, let it be
and each time I know better and remember
the tons of burdens that have vanished here
and also time seems clearly not predictable
tripping, oh, excuse me, sliding, kind of trying
without realising I would rather roll
it suits me better, oh, it suits me better
taking the shadows off the light
and draw sharp lines again
I raise my left hand, watch it, let it be
taking the shadows off the light
and draw sharp lines again
data determines nothing, it's too predictable
taking the shadows...
life is so easy sometimes
I wonder if you would ever listen.
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Hell Breaks Loose
05:10
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Well, I'm trying to make an exception,
but it's still a man alone on the road.
No matter how hard I keep trying,
trying don't mean a thing, if it ain't get to doing
so I'm doing whatever I can,
but there ain't no ability until I will
well, I'm willing to break the circle,
and my will shall be what I make
All hell breaks loose, yeah
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Terrorize the Tyrant
05:11
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Men of good fortune, privateers and gunmen!
The captain's speaking
Listen and speak up, you got equal vote
the quartermaster stands clear for your rights
drown the black jack in the hogshead at times
howl on the frenchmen
let them dance the hempen jig
before seeing them to Davy Jones
skip on the jolly red, show solid black,
let them know, they're alive, but dead
Listen and speak up, you got equal vote
the quartermaster stands clear for your rights
drown the black jack in the hogshead at times
howl on the englishmen
let them dance the hempen jig
before seeing them to Davy Jones
skip on the jolly red, show solid black,
let them know, they're alive, but dead
swing the cutlasses, sing hail to the thieves
the souls of deceased men shall be released
buccaneers, teach fear of what you don't fear
if death brings life to the less forsaken here
terrorize the tyrant,
shake the throne of god
there's a hangman in a golden tunnel
shaking with the image of the dwarf next to him
reading out his testimonial:
Oh, hungry, oh tired, oh long lost friend,
oh poor, oh, always denied, oh shadows of a dead end
swing the cutlasses, sing hail to the thieves
the souls of deceased men shall be released
buccaneers, teach fear of what you don't fear
if death brings life to the less forsaken here
terrorize the tyrant,
shake the throne of god
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I put my boot on your milestone
and there ain't no movin' soon
don't look at me like a deflowered virgin
'cause I'm gonna kill you soon
got my knife out and slash it
in furious rage on you
broken bones, broken neck
only a dead man will do, yeah
only a dead man will love
I put your boots on a landmine
I'll say 'run' and you will do
I'll pour that whiskey and burn it
and I'll drown it on you
love, vingeance, fury, void
I am a redneck with a big .45
bang-bang, your face to pieces, yeah
bloodpressure's rising
We are sailing, sailing
sailing around god's balls
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I Hate The 80's
03:15
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Ferrari, power-chill my spine
Don Johnson's white Miami Vice
That stuff's so good,
it puts a chill down on my spine
makes me slippery like my wet hair
you got no gold card,
that's not fair
I hate the 80's
that goddamned kitchen cleaning robots
the instant soup,
the swedish vodka
I hate the 80's
hairspray, spray-back time
platinum androgynes,
plastic bottles and seven-strings
horror sequels
surprise, you're dead
bang-bang, you're dead
but I love Freddy K.
I hate the 80's
that goddamned kitchen cleaning robots
the instant soup
the swedish vodka
I hate the 80's
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100 Million Dead Men
03:57
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And Judas nodded, 'cause he understood:
someone had to do what had to be done
the occidental tragedy: death is believed to bring the only relief
...so boring!
100million dead men walking
that's something remarkable to mention
and here's another myth:
don't need no reason to believe
because I do know and I can see
with my eyes wide and blind of love and so....
so boring!
100million dead men walking
that's something remarkable to mention
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Colosseum
04:15
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Well, we gotta stick around at home
and watch these things again
tell us there can't be no change
see how this really ends
There ain't no fire in the streets
thus no fire in the hearts
everyone bought out of this
with economic stats
just give 'em rope
give 'em enough
the cheapest dope
when it gets tough
there's always one who's got it worse
at least not last if not the first
well it's a miracle
that we are still around
we keep on doing what we're doing and we do it right
well, it's no miracle
we will be going on
and we decide when it's the time to fight
real rock is between the lines
twist it, you will see it
and, by the way, the kings are us
in the Collosseum
I used to be the happy kid
no one would bother me
no money in my hand
but perspectives, living free
well, one thing hasn't changed
but my perspectives they are gone
but I have to fight agaist the fear
If future I want one
well it's a miracle
that we are still around
we keep on doing what we're doing and we do it right
well, it's no miracle
we will be going on
and we decide when it's the time to fight
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