1. |
Life on a ring (hold on)
04:20
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The coaching is not so good I’m on the strings
The opposite boxer won’t wait the ring
Some sad professors taught me how to climb,
But no one here told me how to dive
Hold on and breathe
Life on a ring …
An uppercut on my detached jaw
A man alone can’t fight against the law
Can’t stand the judges who say you’re not allowed
But against the current you won’t make old bones
Hold on and breathe
Life on a ring …
Knock out again, no more face to face
Believe again you can end the race
One life, two roads, so fatal choice,
Can’t immune you against audience salvos
Hold on and breathe
Life on a ring …
Last round went fast, I’m here again
How can you explain I’m still out of pain ?
Knocking rhythms … Knocking rhythms …
Knocking rhythms …. Knocking rhythms …
If there is a moral in this real story
The world is amoral and the boys can’t leave
I believe in the voices who say hold on
But understand the guys who throw away the sponge
Hold on and breathe
Life on a ring …
Hold on …
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2. |
Souls & hearts
05:01
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Creeping down the streets
Creeping under leaves
Above the twilight, it seems to be
Like a cold morning rain
As if to solve our pain
It just remains the faith to solve …
Our souls and hearts
And precious lives
It still remains the faith save our poor lives
Our souls and hearts
And precious lives
It still remains the faith save our poor lives
Living underneath
Lying under wheels
Without a doubt we’ve left you all
Our clothes, our hearts
Our minor (miner) mind so close
They will sell our hairs to stars …
Our souls and hearts
And precious lives
It still remains the faith save our poor lives
Our souls and hearts
And precious lives
It still remains the faith save our poor lives
And they will sell our hairs to stars
But our nude skull will be smooth
And in front of god we will be pure
We will be bald, bald but pure
Our souls and hearts
And precious lives
It still remains the faith save our poor lives
Our souls and hearts
And precious lives
It still remains the faith save our poor lives
Yeah …
Our souls and hearts
And precious lives
It still remains the faith save our poor lives …
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3. |
Follow me around
03:21
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Stay inside, behind the line,
On Magical Theatre yeah
Anybody who droops the drop
Condemn the exit way
I felt so old, I felt so tall
I mess the train to hell
Alienation, inhibition,
Well I dismissed the pain
Follow me around, follow me around, follow me around …
Don’t you know I’m going crazy, lazy,
Feels like the end
Don’t you know I’m going crazy, lazy,
Feels like the end
Plain of flowers, full of souls
I hope you lay your bag
No expectation, no correlation,
Just need to keep you warm
I burn like a book, I’m Icarius
And I belong to you
Stop explanation, don’t need position
Come into my room
Follow me around, follow me around, follow me around …
Don’t you know I’m going crazy, lazy,
Feels like the end
Don’t you know I’m going crazy, lazy,
Feels like the end
Follow me around, follow me around, follow me around …
Follow me around, follow me around, follow me around …
Or just kill me
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4. |
Taste of ...
04:27
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Wasting time galore, in shade
Trust it will come, but the wait won’t pay
Sometimes the past has a smell
That we won’t find today
Sometimes the past has the taste of …
Waves of eloquent silences still in shade
Broken memories and crashing sense
Sometimes the past has a smell
That we won’t find today
Sometimes the past has the taste of …
Here leave in peace the taste
The deepest memory test
What else stronger on your face
This is the final taste of …
Wasting time galore, in shade
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5. |
What kind of lies ?
04:27
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This is another trust, the final one to lie
Your promise seems like dust, not exempt to fly
You’re not unable to make my heart explode
You’re not my favourite but the only one at all …
I looked for a golden heart and I found a silver ring
Missing inappropriate, need no ceremony
You’re not my enemy, you’re just an asking why
You’re not those who I can retain, everything will flow
But what kind of lies will you pronounce ?
What kind of wind are you believing ?
What kind of lies will you understand ?
And I can’t help moving …
You are the architect, you feel like danger now
You are my medicines, but I can’t trust at all
You are the asking why, but I’m the asking but
The treasure in your heart is well buried
But what kind of lies will you pronounce ?
What kind of wind are you believing ?
What kind of lies will you understand ?
And I can’t help moving …
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6. |
Bad Mergentheim
06:25
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It feels like a twister
It feels like a lie
Everything is not so clear that you seem to declare
I saw ashes and dust
I saw the beastly blood
Outside it feels so cold
It rains in the temple
The clerk lost his voice
The woody lane leaved its leaves
And cried
The fountain, ghost in the shade
The moaning trees well unchained
Smell this wind of death
I saw the procession
I saw you in dark
I saw the deepest face you had
It’s just the flowing time
Like water of the Fountain’s ghost
Just like you’re not virgin anymore
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7. |
Can't forget your pain
03:08
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Can’t forget your pain …
Can’t forget your pain …
All that you wanna leave …
All that you wanna leave …
Can’t forget your pain …
Can’t forget your pain …
All that I wanna leave …
All that I wanna leave …
Looking for lovely place
Waiting for lovely face
All I want is real
But nothing is …
Can’t forget your pain …
Can’t forget your pain …
All that I wanna leave …
All that I wanna leave …
Looking for lovely place
Waiting for lovely face
But nothing is …
Let’s go now …
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8. |
Echo's bones
04:24
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It’s a little bit confused in my head
Feeling …
A bit strong, and I’m
Falling …
Breathing …
Echoing …
Some kind of winds …
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9. |
Parasite
04:39
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Once again, not for the first time of my life
I look for, a place to live
With no hope, survive instinct only friend
A short lap of times I mean
Parasite, that’s the name they gave to me
They try to erase but I’m proud to yell that I’m still breathing
Paradise, is still a close door for my race
But they know that finally I’m part of them
Quiet night, with no breath, no cat, no word,
All a word but what a gift !
I’m the pea in the Elevator’s joke
Laughing subject but not a gift !
Parasite, that’s the name they gave to me
They try to erase but I’m proud to yell that I’m still breathing
Paradise, is still a close door for my race
But they know that finally I’m part of them
Once again, not for the first time of my life
I look for, a place to leave
With no hope, survive instinct only friend
A short lap of times I mean
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10. |
Country sunrises
02:41
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All the country sunrises
Made me happy, anywhere
But now, these short laps of time
Remind me leaves, more falls than rises
Hope, they’ll leave me alone
Wishing greatful, from morning to night
Dive into the holy sleep
Stand up for a daydream faith
And the rays are – coming – now !
All …
The country sunrises …
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11. |
T(rain)s
05:07
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All these trains which changed my life
Which changed my points of view
And all these books I’ve read in these carriages
Always too late, rarely too far
All day, all night, all seek
Feel mad on counting hours and believing
I’ve crossed all the points
And shunted all the coins
Following the secret lines
I have waxed all the rails
Tried to forget the yelling rains
Following the secret line
All this time thinking of you
Making plans for a call
A fucking tail in my fucking ass of dog
All these sunsets I’ve seen upset
Believe or not seek to be ill
The hills have never been so smoothed out
I’ve crossed all the points
And shunted all the coins
Following the secret lines
I have waxed all the rails
Tried to forget the yelling rains
Following the secret line
I’ve crossed all the points
And shunted all the coins
Following the secret lines
I have waxed all the rails
Tried to forget the yelling rains
Following the secret line
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12. |
Sheep then meat
04:19
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Once again, we trust
What else could we do ?
On Richter’s scale we’re on six to nine
No other way to be sheep then meat
I would follow your steps
Anywhere you go, and after that
I would dive into, the fire feels so pure
You said
They could scream, I’ll shot
So good to be blind, and deaf
And definitely innocent
Your name will stay unique in history
How fragile I am, and how strong you are
And when begin, the final crusade
I burn inside, so cure me I’m ill
To be
Once again, we trust
What else could we do ?
On Richter’s scale we’re on six to nine
No other way to be sheep then meat
Pull me out
Out from darkness to light
Pull me out
Breaking me through the other side
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