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Formed of Clay
01:41
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Formed of clay
My edges are worthless
Trapped in another day
Rult of boredom
Numbers on screens
Are our Revolution
No need for escape
Cheats are no solution
And now I'm paying taxes
And be the friends of my ex's
All what they say is
Get a job
Get a job
Get a job
Next month I will quit
Next month I will quit
Next month I will quit
Next month I will quit
And now I'm paying taxes
And be the friends of my ex's
All what they say is
Get a job
Get a job
Get a job
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2. |
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ICD10 F 41.0
I'm the wrongest of worng
And catching for attention
I'm craving for my longs
And disregard your connection
I am made of fear
And oxygen can't get in
I am made of hate
Not willing to give in
Your heart is coming of your skin
My teeth are ready to sink in
You can't get away
I will get you anyway
I will bring you to the edge
And watch yo
Fall
Girls to the Front
Get up take your place
Don't wait to be invited
It's your chance
Take your right
It won't change
Unless you fight it
The sweat on your arm
Is just another drip
That overflows the barrel
Our place is in the front
And not in the narrow
Girls to the Front!
Get up take your place
Don't wait to be invited
It's your chance
Take your right
It won't change
Unless you fight it
The sweat on your arm
Is just another drip
That overflows the barrel
Our place is in the front
And not in the narrow
Mankind mankind
Nothing is kind about men
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3. |
Rundes Grab
01:32
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Wir müssten schon längst drauf verzichten
Aber es ist so schön bequem
Die Tüten voller Plastik
Und der Kaffee zum mitnehmen
Euer Erlass ist nur ein Strohhalm
Das Reich wohl kaum aus für die Welt
Doch das ist ja nicht so wichtig
Und bringt auch nicht so viel Geld
Eine blaue Müllhalde
Ein Rundes Grab
Nichts ist vor uns sicher
Wir schaffen uns selber ab
Euer Gott steht jetzt in Flammen
Die Millionen liegt schon bereit
Gleichzeitig verhungern Menschen
Die Welt ein Spiel auf Zeit
Eine blaue Müllhalde
Ein Rundes Grab
Nichts ist vor uns sicher
Wir schaffen uns selber ab
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4. |
Riots not Diets
00:10
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Give me more Pizza
Give me more Sushi
Fuck the patriarchy
Fuck the government
Riots not Diets
Riots not Diets
Riots not Diets
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5. |
Family Traumata
01:24
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You are the wrong part of my blood
The mistake I can't forget
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
Sitting next to you
Can't regrocnice your
Photographs are fading
Photographs fade away
Keep your appearance
I won't maintain it anymore
Family Traumata
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6. |
Alpträume
00:41
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Und so machen wir es
Wir beobachten sie
Ernähren sie
Steuern sie
Wir können sie sich
stark fühlen lassen
Oder schwach
Oder schwach
Wir kennen ihre
Schlimmsten Alpträume
Und mit ein bisschen Übung
Werden wir das sein
Werden wir das sein
Alpträume
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7. |
Recovery
01:08
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Fighting the stones
Blocking your way
Pass all fake friends
It´s better to stay away
From the poison for your heart
Today is the day to start
At least you don´t try to deny it
At least you are more than this
At least you are trying to fight it
At least you are more than this
Recovery
It´s the smile
You did not see
For a long time
It´s the inhale
That cuts so deep
Breathing all the pain away
At least you don´t try to deny it
At least you are more than this
At least you are trying to fight it
At least you are more than this
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Your bloody hands went cold
Behind the fire your life went cold
Under the surface you feel free
To be somebody else
So you have to hate them
For their look
Or just their origin
Or their religion
Fuck you
You burn all colors
For you only black and white
Easy for you
To do it all right
For youre ruler
You are just another brick
In the wall of hate
So you have to hate them
For their color
Or their way to speak
Nazi scum
Nazi scum
Fuck you
Fuck you
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9. |
Galle
01:59
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Menschen retten ein Verbrechen
Wellen brechen dein Genick
Die Empathie wird vergessen
Sobald es über Grenzen geht
Die Galle steht dir bis zum Hals
Das Pochen hört nicht auf
In deinem Schädel schreit ne Stimme
Schreit dich an sagt "Lauf Lauf lauflauf"
Im TV wird diskutiert
Nazis kriegen Sendezeit
Es wird geredet von Verbrechen
Was der Wutbürger gar nicht peilt
Die Galle steht dir bis zum Hals
Das Pochen hört nicht auf
In deinem Schädel schreit ne Stimme
Brüllt dich an sagt "Lauf Lauf lauflauf"
Renn weg
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10. |
No more Apologies
02:32
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Every ugly word spit from your lips
Burns in my veins a hundred time worse
Feelings driving me insane one day
These brain cells are connecting countless
Stop pointing at me
I won't say I'm sorry
No more
No more
No more
I am not your therapist
Search for someone
Who is payed for this
Stop pointing at me
I won't say I'm sorry
No more No more No more
I need a protection
Around my nerves
Stop throwing your problems at me
I won't say I'm sorry
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Disgusting News Bielefeld, Germany
DIY, Antifascist Punkband
“Roh, angepisst, dreckig
Dreckige
Gitarre, ein schepperndes Schlagzeug und ein unglaublich angepisster Gesang von Sängerin Vanessa.[...] Ehrlich, direkt und immer geradeaus. Unverblümt gibt es auf die Fresse. “
Paul Schall - Prettyinnoise.de
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