Lights out. Before you even knew that. They discovered that your alibi is a lie. You come to within a room. Without a clue of what's inside. Silence then a scream.
I'll tell you a story, if you promise you'll [listen]. in a few hours i've seen you lose faith in [everyone] loses so tragic there seems to be no way place hope in nothing and blame me for your problems.
Let me expose you.. Wipe your damages away.. Let's smooth this plaster.. Try our best to leave this place.. We tried, we tried.. Our best to leave this place..
Hold on for one more morning.. Hold on for one more spring.. Hold on for drunken nights or what it is that keeps you breathing. Somehow we've lost this compass,.
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God. Truth dies in the dying shout,. Crying kisses or killer's hands. And the glory grows on glorious heads....
In the beginning man has come first. But he was lonely and a little sad. He made his history and he was proud. But he threw the woman in slavery and shame.
Under the heels of the corporations. Your small world is crashing down. Under the laws of the worldwide. Market nothing is sacred now. . The new gods rank us worthless.
Ten thousand eyes and lies on my back, all those innuendoes I know them by heart. I've seen some queer things in my time, queer things that make me twitch.
The night sets softly. With the hush of falling leaves. Casting shivering shadows. On the houses through the trees. And the light from a street lamp. Paints a shadow on my wall.
Puppet. . You give a kid some candy. He will always ask for more. You give a man some power. And off he goes to war. So many strings tightly attached.
He was once a younger man, just like you and I. But times have changed for this old man, the story makes you cry. . Now the nights are getting colder, can you lift a hand.
(Lyrics by Volker Frerich). (Music by Frank Krynojewski). . Irascible days came. To haunt the ill scenery. Sheltering winds. Embrace the lost kingdom.
Sunny Wednesday noon. In the crowded city. Mother's out for shopping. Children on their hands. Business went as usual. At Tati's discount. But joy became horror.
Sitting in local bus ready for a take away. I feel it strained around me, people with hollow pain. Looking outside the window, seeing heavy rain. Human memories are dim, only pressure in my veins.
The planet of death and damnation. The dumping ground of people with weak. souls, who cause war and starvation. The year 1995. John Doe, one of the. inhabitants, is living in a state of distress, knowing that he is dependent on.
The God Amighty: "I curse this. people to the deepset hole. I make them suffer and feel like. absolutely nothing!". C'mon baby, I wanna nasty ride. You know it's time to lose my pride.
"All's well that ends well": everybody simply decides to vanish into. thin air and disappear. into the pages of internet!. Band:. Let's go to the top! To the top! Top!.
...And so our man returns to "save" the computermonster and notices that the. metalbrain is still alive...!? In quite bad condition, but anyway. The angel.