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Light upon dark matters
03:37
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We thought that we had found the answer the day that Armstrong walked the moon.
One of the last great mysteries seemed solved and Gorsky got what he'd been begging for.
It was a triumph for the western world, the space race had its final twist
and Dickie made up for the shame that Gagarin caused.
So the old order was restored.
Go tell us stories, fiction, legends yet untold.
Just give us black and white, we can't take the grey no more.
It's not empowerment but altruism when we ship off to foreign lands.
When we behead their rogue state leaders and bury them in sand.
Then occupy their territories, take their resources as supplies.
Our biggest export hit democracy, we‘ll bring
along with havoc and demise.
Go tell us stories, fiction, legends yet untold.
Just give us black and white, we can't take the grey no more.
Let us be entertained but never reveal your goals.
Don't shed light upon dark matters, before we all get bored.
The golden rule, it says:
Always keep it simple with the labor force.
Their hands are dirty, yours are bloody from wars, cause
stagnation means regression. Three cheers
for corporate profits, and oligarchic gains.
All they need is coliseums, bread and games.
Keep them indoctrinated.
So, go tell us stories, fiction, legends yet untold.
Just give us black and white, we can't take the grey no more.
Let us be entertained but never reveal your goals.
Don't shed light upon dark matters, distract us before we all get
Don't shed light upon dark matters, distract us before we all get
Don't shed light upon dark matters, distract us before we all get bored.
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2. |
I defy
03:16
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Go tell me what has been achieved apart from heteronomy?
We' re subjugated, get outfaced, don't dare
to bite the hand that feeds.
Still the elite sups with the devil, keeps on sealing their dirty deals.
The system turned me into a fucking renegade, this shit is killing me.
After years of misbelief it's time to challenge what they're trying to sell.
The dogged pursuit of more is poison, modern life's a living hell.
With every passing day my gen-x angst makes way. No-compromise.
They sink their fangs while I defy, while I defy.
And now I try to find the right words
to prove that we ain`t born to serve.
It's hard not to be misanthropic, but even harder to be heard.
The summit of creation's on the decline and no one gives a shit.
Our blind belief in progress is a hoax.
No, I won't fall for it!
After years of misbelief it's time to challenge what they're trying to sell.
The dogged pursuit of more is poison, modern life's a living hell.
With every passing day my gen-x angst makes way. No-compromise.
They sink their fangs while I defy, while I defy.
I can‘t sleep at night, when I think 'bout how they jeopardize our future. How they prey upon the weak, lie, cheat, and loot, but I know that one day we will answer blow by blow, eye for an eye.
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3. |
Escapologies
03:40
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Endless days, long sleepless nights
and uphill struggles. We strive to hide
the wounds and scars that prove we almost died on our way here.
Well, that's our life turned into snippets, seen
through a narrow lens. And in between,
the filters blur the residual candor like a trick by Houdini.
Drumroll, bystanders judge, the crowd goes wild, while we are counting down the hours. We don't belong, we fail, we won't fit in, like sweet among the sour. We’re escapologists.
So sick and tired of this routine, of daily lies and agony.
For our whole lives we tried to run to get away from fear.
With chains around our wrists and hearts, ready for the water to fill our lungs.
The panic’s sparked, we plunge into the darkness, losing grip and sight.
The dawn of revelation’s finally come, so summon up all of your courage.
You pictured it a million times before, but you never took a chance.
Now it's just sink or swim.
You've got the keys to the lock and a crowbar. I've got my rabbit foot with me.
It’s the mere pursuit of happiness we seek.
We will jump off the rusty bridges,
run from our anxiety. So heavy lies the crown, but still no one sees
that there ain’t no drug, no medicine. There ain’t other cure for you and me.
No cure for you and me.
You’re not in this alone. You’re not in this alone.
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4. |
The grand detour
02:52
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No remorse, no indecision.
Going apeshit like it's 1995.
Kill your idols, stupid fools.
No regrets, go fight your heart out.
Shining in bold letters I'll never forget.
Endless hours forth and back.
Myth or fact? yet so profound,
depraved and epically sad at once.
That’s how we met and I was falling for
the vicious stories that you told '
bout how to live ecstatically,
while never ever growing old.
Cause this is what we came for,
both oscillating between poles.
Sometimes a lesson learned takes time to unfold.
Well, this grand detour taught us a lesson not
to fall for who we think we are
and led us back to the darkest
corner of this bar.
Years have passed but struggles kept
on coming so we kinda lost track.
You got in too deep while I was missing out
on the party and the good life.
I was too absorbed in thought
and never failed to disappoint.
It's been an era of one-armed bandit games,
rollercoaster rides with broken brakes.
Life can be unpredictable,
it takes its toll, man, life won't wait.
And as the extras disappear
sobriety kicks in.
Only the music's on, but the songs are still the same.
Well, this grand detour taught us a lesson not
to fall for who we think we are
and led us back to the darkest
corner of this bar.
No remorse, no indecision.
Going apeshit like it's 1995.
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5. |
Fate left to the waves
03:51
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Thunderstruck down by the quay walls.
Idle glance towards the sea.
Beyond the fog there just ain't no more haven to
hide from fear and self-deceit.
And all the yarn that piled up through the years by now
fills each and every void,
making it hard to see through the net of truth,
that was tied up to the last safety buoy.
This clarity's like hydrogen in water.
It dissociates and floats around.
Then bonds again, returns to the old order,
since we share this common ground.
Leap up. Headrush. The truth hits hard. We
know that our shift is on.
This brief and lucid moment forces us
to step out strong.
We've been scratching surfaces all over,
until the views became opaque.
Watching the fate left to the waves, as they rage.
Come on, what is it we'll get?
What's all the waiting for?
This shit will turn to dust, won't bother anymore.
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6. |
Leviathan
03:06
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I am the dark that will come upon thee.
I’m gaslighting you to make you unsee
that all your flaws and marks of failure are still here. No, I’m not tryin’ to be sincere.
Just need a spineless operator to perform,
and not to challenge my beliefs.
You’re free to choose between the devil and the deep blue sea.
I am the dark and I sense that you’re weak.
Afraid of losing your wealth and routine.
My subjects shall never endeavor, never dare, stay unambitious, way to scared
to stand up, speak up, and rise up to break free.
While my authority will assert the power over matters of faith and doctrine.
So put your trust in me.
Time to repeat dark history.
Leviathan, Leviathan.
Of parasites and casualties.
Leviathan. Leviathan.
Summon the demons, plant evil the seeds.
Leviathan. Oh Leviathan, hail thee!
As we create this world of make-believe.
Put your trust in me. Put your trust in me.
I am the dark that came upon thee.
Set up this regime of mere ecpathy.
With an iron fist I rule, break all your will, indeed.
Make you surrender and accept defeat.
Make you forget all your forefathers died in pain, in fear, in dread, in vain.
In 1933 we set a precedent, now history repeats.
Come follow me, my fellow underlings, follow me into perdition.
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7. |
Drifters
03:00
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We don't say we're sorry. We don't compromise and we'll never count the hours.
We won't fall in line, no, never back down. Won't have the grapes, if they're too sour.
And when it rains and pours on our parade, we give 'em hell with a creepy smile,
cause there's no need to pledge allegiance to this shit life.
Having been to the darkest and loneliest places, we learned how to swim upstream.
Got the dirt off our shoulders and cut the crap. Things aren't just black and white, you’ll see.
No we won’t ever get granted for quitting crap or falling asleep at the wheel of life.
Won't down the bite thrown into our cage. We break down the walls, this is our strife.
Cause we’re the last ones at the party, baked on weed, drunk on Bacardi.
We stick to our motto that ignorance is bliss.
The ones that take no prisoners, just fortune-faded fools and that's why
we don't make no fucking promises.
We'll be the last ones at the party. We'll be the last ones at the party.
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8. |
Hello trouble
03:02
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Come on, strike another match, the gasoline has just been spilled all over.
Come on, strike another match and drop it. Time is quickly winding down.
Goddamn, we haven't come this long way just to make the right choices,
but that's okay.
There's a treasure that we seek and we've crossed oceans of time to find it.
All the odds are we get burned and turn to ashes, smoke and dust.
Precaution's overrated. No second thoughts, no time for giving in.
If else, how shall we ever learn
that this lifelong quest is what keeps us united.
United we stand, searching for the cause.
The cause for being desperate and divided.
And once the place is burning down
the flames will light our way to hell.
See you in hell!
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9. |
Time flies
01:16
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I bought myself a film to take some pictures of our house.
A desperate attempt
to sustain the precious moments that we shared
and still want to.
But there‘s no need for showing you the pictures of our house,
́cause no one but me can see what they mean to me.
Time flies. I steal a shot of every second.
Time flies. I trace my mind and let it happen.
Time flies. Let ́s push reset and let it happen again.
Again. Again.
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10. |
Siren calls
04:28
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A lack of words to raise a smile. Put under curse, left in exile.
Still no one ever told me why, cause maybe I just don’t deserve it.
And like a vampire I run from the light, having this penchant for the darkness of the night.
My anxiety's a fuckin’ dagger, a stake. Someone please let me wake
up before it's stabbed right through my heart.
But all these soothing chords will guide me safely home.
Out in the dark and utterly alone,
while you just don’t care and you just don’t sing along.
No, you don’t sing along.
Deep under deck I keep my sins, while sailing with the currents close to the wind.
Lying on the plank, face up towards the sky, as Deneb dominates the Northern Cross.
Oh my beloved queen of the dark seas, please guide me through another rough and reckless passage and I’ll promise you
will not regret it. You'll get one more soul of a liar, a servant, and a devotee, my dear.
But all these soothing chords will guide me safely home.
Out in the dark and utterly alone,
while you just don’t care and you just don’t sing along.
I’m stuck with the losing team, a pariah walked by fear.
I try to breathe easily, try to escape from here.
So I can roam around, no more ball and chain. Yeah, I’ll be gone.
And you still won’t sing along.
Leave hold, leave hold. Slowly capsize and let go.
Drift off, drift home, all alone.
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Astronuts Mannheim, Germany
Sid - Vocals, Bass
Chris - Guitar, Vocals
Coli - Guitar
Leo - Drums
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