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Bale - Arch Stanton
02:49
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Stop basking in the sun be once loyal nameless man
And bring your friends too if you have any
One time in your life you could work for free don ´t you think
After all I suffered so many times with you
Brothers time has come for everyone
A call to arms back me up don ´t leave me hanging out to dry
So all these words are my last call to gather allies for this madhouse
Where my influence is decreasing consistently
If all this makes the slightest sense to anybody please step up
As long I take my former fellows up on their promises
Back to the present and on your feet soldier you owe this to me
It´s your comrade your colleague and pal
For once return a fav your guardian angel needs protection
Night time activities are around the corner
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Schwelbrand!
Schwelbrand unterm Hamsterrad, schnell noch 360 Grad.
Züngelnde Flammen, im Käfig gefangen.
Scheitern auf dem Scheiterhaufen, weiterrennen, dumm gelaufen!
Feuer bahnt sich seinen Weg - nirgendwo ein Rettungssteg.
Schwelbrand!
Da hilft kein Zeigefinger UND kein Mittelfinger, nimm die ganze Faust!
Stillstand!
Hamsterräder stehen still, wenn es jeder Hamster will.
Alles nur noch Einzelkämpfer, Schattenboxer ohne Licht.
Grosse Masse ohne Klasse und am Ende stimmt die Kasse. Plastikschale, Gitterstreben, garantiern ein sichres Leben.
Treibsand!
Ratten leisten Widerstand, beißen Dich in Deine Hand.
Ratten kennen keine Tür, Ratten sind Dein Krebsgeschwür.
Ratten, sie kuschen nicht, sie brauchen auch kein Tageslicht.
Ratten stören Deine Kreise, Ratten hassen Dich!
Schwelbrand!
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Concierge - Paint
02:48
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Step out of the door of comfort.
Leave the rooms.
Of longs talks.
Misbehaviour in your eyes.
And good times.
Paging sometimes.
The scenes of all the fighting themes.
The ones I had to see.
They are burned in me. You know.
And all of that.
Peace and combat.
My progress
Sit down.
I’m grown .
And still will.
Forever.
Close the door behind me.
This place.
Because its time to take the next wave.
To get my blank wall to paint.
And I promise.
No acid rain
Will run trough my paints.
The paintings of my life.
Creating.
Colorize these grey times.
This wall is grounded on fire.
Because.
You need ashes to rise.
This wall is grounded on fire.
Because.
You need ashes to rise.
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Per Capita - Pop(e)star
01:11
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Here he comes, next pop star
No less evil than the last
Same old shit as in the past
Hailed as a star(hero)
Millions follow their leader
Faithful ´till death
This looks familiar
Just another homophobic old man
Nothing´s changed, same old story again
Stupidity of mankind has a new face
The devil in white, typical of the human race
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Per Capita - Teargas
01:29
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Where are your limits? How much gas can you inhale?
Such a good feeling, when your lungs are burning
Tears are running, and blindness prevails
gas-teargas
Who needs a Gasmask? who needs oxygen?
Good air sucks, respiratory distress rules
Taste the pain, smell the toxin
This is the amazing experience of chemical burn
Gas-teargas, it´s less lethal
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Kiss it goodbye, The last try
This will be lead to nothing, I´m better off, For fuck sake
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