1.How To Disconnect From Your Social Surrounding In Half An Hour
It's not that I wonder
No, I'm not impressed
You gained some cheap respect
But now it's time to collapse
Surprise! No, I'm not dead yet
But I was calculating with wrong varibales
Clarity comes like a shot to the head
This is life
And the beat goes on
My point of view has changed
But you still want me
To be weak
I'm not down with that
So you are losing your part in 'Us'
2.Heeey... Let's Start A Band!
overrated
someone got identity
and now you fake it
you created a chain
and i'd love to break it
concepts you bite
cause your identity ain't tight
tryin' to be something you're not
like pullin' a knife at a gunfight
i stick to my guns
and to my artillery
you're the boy who lacks creativity
but still you try hard to be
a motherfuckin' hero
but, both we know
you'll stay a zero
there you go...there you go...
i stick to my guns
i won't let it go
3.The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood
The irony of process
You just sit there,
Watching yourself from nothingness
Thinking of nothing specific
It is hard
To imagine a philosophy
By someone
Who might not even be able to think
Entertainment from the
Slaughterhouse
We are the architects of daily
Madness
We chew up meat with our teeth
And destroy things that are better
Than us
While seeing your world grow
He remains a child
And now he sees what you are doing
And can't undestand
But you actually really don't know
What Charlie thinks
Because he didn't say anything about
Himself
We chew up meat with our teeth
And destroy things that are better
Than us
4.Trife Life
5.Fighting Wars With Keyboards
Your mouth is full of shit
And you 'spread the word' like Hell
Your message board tourette
Syndrome
Prooves that you're nothing, Son!
Everything you claim to be
Is fake and a fucking joke to me
You sold your past on Ebay
And now everything else is 'Gay'
It's time to set this straight!
Every further phrase you shoot out
Is as pointless as the last
People like you...sooner or later
They will all be laid to rest
We take back what is ours
And make you shut your breath
No one really cares about
What you guys have to say
6.Mulder
It's so cold here
And dark
There has been war for years
Behind closed doors
Not even a half-hearted try
To put the weapons down
It's raining lead
And, as always, the wrong ones die
This is a conspiracy
I'd like to call it a misery
Dear Martyr： Is that you？
I bet you know you're me
Pater familias？ Pater judas!
Black clouds between us
In your case doom means salvation
If there's a day of redemption
One last breath for justice
One last glimpse for my release
What did he say in his defence？
Guess what： nothing!
Let me sleep!
The never-ending fight is tiring me
Give me quiet, give me strength
For a new war
7.Thousand Complaints, One Answer
I set the course
For my redemption
And I'll never be in league
With the devil...you...bitch!
On a fast track to a new chapter of
My life
Glare lights depressing the senses
And everything seems to be difficult
To me
This is just another exhausting
Breath
To take the obstacles clearly
But with every step I take
The sound of broken glass
Is catching me up to memories
Your influence seems to be
A breath-taking bombination in
60.000 bursts
Is not your life waiting
For so much more？
What are you waiting for？
8.If You Want To Blame Us For Something Wrong, Please Abuse This Song!
Too many set phrases
Too many envier
Too many people
That don't get it
Ridiculous, the way you scratch the
Surface
Unbelievable, the way you search
With sway
Predictable that you won't find
Anything
And yet won't stop to talk
9.Riding Dead Horses Is A Fucking Curse
Do you see the mines
Paving my way？
I avoid them
Resisting the force pulling me
Down
Rip the noose
Regain strength
Again and again!
Where is the justice？
When I - awaken, I dream
When I asleep, I'm alive
Hiding in the world
Giving me warmth
The rising sun stings me like a
Smoldering knife,
Bringing me back into this much to
Earthy world
Where are the colors？
Where is time's pulse？
Putting an end to all this
10.Transmetropolitan
The mechanical heart, it beats
Underneath this rainy sky
The machines produce more and
More
People without dreams, losers
Every day we encounter
Their letargic faces
The compulsion of their
Responsibilities
And the loss of their wishes
We flee, without chance
Eventually it will catch us
And we have to admit to ourselves
That there is no way out
Back to the grey of the streets
We fight ourselves through the
Masses
This city shall die with us
For a better life, a better
Tomorrow
11.And In The Right To Make Mistakes, We May Lose Everything And Start
Again
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