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Toast
04:03
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I tried seeing the beauty of it
but I’ve become immune
something draws us to towards the edge
dont’t you know, we’re just like flies chasing the moon
There are plenty of fears around the corner
save the best of them, save the best of them for later
obsessive compulsive disorder
was such a gift from your creator
There you are, there you are, seeking change in the weather
there you are, in battle-scars, which keep getting better
I can’t be in your place, though I tried
to wash that bitter taste, that bitter taste away!
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2. |
Air
04:21
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As far as I can tell
there is a difference between us
we stumbled and we fell
into the distance between us
then you start drawing the air
out of my lungs, yeah
I know that I should not lose every breath
not every single one
I prefer silence
because all I can speak
is every drop of blood
in every wound that I bleed
And now it feels as if you were
pulling all of my teeth
out of my mouth yeah
while I am asleep
Webs in your memories
leave them behind
the only thing steady here‘s
we‘re constantly changing our minds
but I think we are loosing it every time
but it always will be ours
You nod your head as if you could tell
all of my thoughts and my feelings as well
the eye barely knows the world that it sees
don‘t you forget seeing right through me
You lose your mind again,
but it‘s out of my hands
we constantly changing our minds
we constantly betraying
we constantly lying
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3. |
Elevator
03:22
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Hey my friend you look so pale
inside the looking glass
flourescent light is an anemic
mirror to the past
A white light to prevail
as if it always was
a face behind the veil
inside a looking glass
There is nothing to be done,
there is nothing to become
(exept the copied one)
because sleeping is all that matters
at the end of the day, in elevators
I ain‘t just a copy of myself
inside the elevator
I ain‘t just a copy of myself
Still my feet move so mechanically
as if they always knew
a way through the twilight
that we are thrown into
I‘m still awake, I‘m still awake,
I‘m still awake, I don‘t know,
why I‘m stuck here in a box
find some sleep, cause I need a rest
it‘s in your feet, they‘re moving too fast
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4. |
Parasite
02:18
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I‘m wasting in comfort
and I don‘t even bother
because I‘m just a parasite
I need the suffering of others
Maybe a mind is ours‚
'cause that‘s what we‘ve always had
remember one is the mouse
another one is the cat
It‘s not that hard to understand
one is the mouse, one is the cat
time has never been you‘re friend
tiptoe forward into black
What is lost is to forget
one is the mouse one is the cat
what is lost is to forget
one is the mouse one is the cat
Stop telling me that what is lost is to forget
because one is the mouse and one is the cat
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Fragile Houses
03:40
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Keep me away from bright coloured pictures
silently sneaking with promising whispers
did they ease the festering blisters of you?
Were you just sniffing glue?
‘cause I see fragile houses made of paper
and letters written in concrete
ever knowing they‘re unstable
unspeakable and incomplete
Could you feel if we were arrows
once released with trajectories that dare no change
but all are projectiles with limited range
‘cause I am embedded in a hull that‘s my ark
my machine that saves me from the dark
ever knowing that it‘s something like my own grave
still I‘m not, I‘m not save!
Could you feel if we were arrows
once released with trajectories that dare no change
but all are projectiles with limited range
A slide show of pictures flashing
so slow in front of my eyes
and the traffic‘s moving slowly backwards
and gently floating into the sky
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6. |
We Made a Disagreement
03:41
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I need a dose of you to tribute to my heart
with no sense of proportion, of which you have a lot
like we claim to be something of that we know we‘re not
so I guess I rather manipulate my thoughts
You‘re talking in your sleep again
keep turning your head in disgust
you‘re stalking through the streets, my friend
if it helps you, if it does
You comb your hair, of which one sticks in my throat
it was always there, a dissembling ghost
and of all the things that I‘m afraid of
that‘s what I miss the most
You‘re talking in your sleep again
keep turning your head in disgust
you‘re stalking through the streets, my friend
if it helps you, if it does
We need matches to set fire
electric pulses and a wire
it‘s a riddle to me babe
do you compute, or do you feel the shape?
You‘re talking in your sleep again
keep turning your head in disgust
you‘re stalking through the streets, my friend
if it helps you, if it does
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7. |
Slivers
03:27
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When we met, I was hearing soon
whispers from the ground, speaking of the gloom
if you wait you will only find
that the progress that is made is progression of time
Excuse me‚cause I‘m delivering slivers
some of them will cut into your skin
hostile waters are fed by the rivers
that always end, just where they begin
Further excuses lead to the absurd
since we confuse the dust with the dirt
instead of relief there‘s a chanting choir
each sound from your lips is supposed to leave a stria
How come that buildings disappear
they‘re getting washed away
the streets that lead you nowhere
did they ever lead you anywhere, anyway?
There‘s neither much to offer
nor was there to adore
there is always something happening
that we weren‘t waiting for
Further excuses lead to the absurd
since we confuse the dust with the dirt
instead of relief there‘s a chanting choir
each sound from your lips is supposed to leave a stria
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Hey my desire I‘ve got little vision
can‘t I come closer without sacrifice?
please let me be in a position
in a position, where I have a choice
The space in between is filled with repulsion
only your laughter is splitting the air
no one is here to grant you indulgence
do you think you can win if you‘re not playing fair?
Stop beating your heart too much
you really need to learn
that erverything that you touch
is determined to burn
What kind of favour do you prefer
sometimes your choices, they make me wonder
is that your major concern
to pull me under, you‘re pulling me under
Stop beating your heart too much
you really need to learn
that erverything that you touch
is determined to burn
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9. |
Post Privacy
03:47
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As you stand by a millions of bytes
will be used to find you
they‘re ment to shine
bright enough, bright enough to blind you
It stands to reason, to control them with your hands
you got used to need them, so go on pet and feed them
and one part of the process is induced compliance
it‘s of no avail to bid us defiance
Thanks for your data, thanks for your trust
and all the stuff, you have already told us
your information, your information is a public good
thanks for your data, you‘d better trust us
'cause we know, you have already told to much
It‘s a matter of analysis
every letter that you type in is
missused for marketing purposes
antisocial network service
None of the traces in the digital ether
can be deleted
neither by us nor by you
because you are the web and we are just the glue
and one part of the process is induced compliance
it‘s of no avail to bid us defiance
Thanks for your data, thanks for your trust
and all the stuff, you have already told us
your information, your information is a public good
thanks for your data, you better trust us‚
'cause we know, you have already told to much
your information, your information is a public good
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10. |
Pretty
04:31
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I stopped counting the many times,
since we always collide
the moments of peace are long lost,
but they‘re still on our side
No ship will come, let‘s stay in this state forever
because we‘re much more smart, than we‘re clever
We spit out words and each other too,
as if we were food without a taste
so chewed out, but with a scent of something new
as if our memories were erased
No ship will come, let‘s stay in this state forever
because we‘re much more smart, than we‘re clever
no ship will come, let‘s stay in this state forever
because we‘re much more apart, than we‘re together
If there was a plan, then we‘re not privy
we‘re pouring sand into our wounds
because they look so pretty
No ship will come, let‘s stay in this state forever
because we‘re much more smart, than we‘re clever
no ship will come, let‘s stay in this state forever
because we‘re much more apart, than we‘re together
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11. |
Uniform
04:45
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Did you know that we‘re, mammals that are using tools?
I am only here as an assembley of molecules
a need for energy, makes us fire food for fuel
„sit still and shut your mouth“, has something to do with school
Are we a mass, weapons of mass production
are pointed at us, they‘re for our satisfaction
now we all look the same, we‘re so uniform
we‘re fit to fit in, look I am a member of the swarm!
Check your credit, check your looks
I would take the credit, I would take it if I could
check your credit, check your looks
I would take the credit, I would take it if I could
Individuals with cards for their identities
being identical is that what it means?
follow to win, following to win
with a victory grin!
Numbers and surrogates are crawling the ground
look how they reach for their colonies, and their cities and towns
they‘re growing and rising like tendrils on trees
until the surface is covered underneath the shadow of leaves
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