[music: breitenbach]. [lyrics: zur heide]. [arranged by breitenbach ]. . shades of blood. And shades of inhumanity. We can see. Your trace throughout history.
[music: breitenbach - eilen]. [lyrics: breitenbach]. [arranged by breitenbach]. . honesty! misery! creep on knees to be free. don't you see, suffering is all you've got to feed the kings.
today was the day, money I didn't have. they came to me in their white coats. and took my kidneys and my heart. now my body's bloody cold,. my signature was my grave!.
...because of the strict organisation and the brutality. of his treatment he feels robbed of his dignity.... . Life is hell, a mindless odysee. Now here I dwell, stuck in misery.
holy church it's you we hail. feed us on our holy trail. give us gold and holy food. Jesus Christ we praise our loot. . could be words in mind and head.
...desperation, regret and the wish for a second chance play on his mind. during his transportation to a high security prison far out in the desert....
...the Pardon Board refuses the aquittal of the murderer. Outside the. courthouse there's a pro-death sentence demonstration and the people. demand his annihilation....
[music: eilen - breitenbach]. [lyrics: eilen]. [arranged by breitenbach]. . this is your life-long atmosphere. your mother keeps you trapped in here. a cruel world you can't escape.
...now strapped to the table he hopelessly watches the preparation of his. lethal injection. As the poison enters his veins his life is beyond recall..
...on the backseat of a squad-car he realizes for the first time what he. has done and wonders about his bleak future. He's aware of his guilt and. tries to justify himself with a blackout....
[music: eilen]. [lyrics: eilen]. [arranged by WARHEAD]. . a tear drops down from your face. the wrong thing at the right place. your eyes a touch of nothing.
...in his thoughts the murderer blames the ones who pass the laws,. sentence to death and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a. murder, planned and legalized by the government. He asks himself: Could.
where do I go?. is life all I know?. is pain all I feel,. and time is here to heal?. and I'm watching from the other side. . there was the start. the years have played their part.
Hey Hey Hey. Hey Hey Hey. I know, I know, I know. . In the cars or on the street. If you smile you are a creep. If you don't say it's very cold. You are drunk or too old.
Don't talk to me 'bout what you done. There's nothing changed it still goes on. But I'll keep laughing to the end. . And I've been around this old big world.
Don't give him spikenard or pot in the crackpoint viewpoint. Give me the teacher's suit. If you deny the strong pot or ecstatic imbibed within. You will be end up in eyeball-injecting.
All the streets are blue and beshadowed today. On my own, walking in sub-rain the street looks good today. Good luck to all that sail on the buses going the wrong way.
Zandra. C'mon c'mon c'mon just pack it in. . Zandra. Give it up Zandra. Everybody you love. Is covered in loot. . The world is [Old Nick/monodic]. It is not your oyster.
Like everybody you see, like everybody you see. The word this world from the prams. . Inevitable. I love to dance. And it's Saturday again, very logical.