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make my demon leave

so, what's the time? it's two o'clock early, my spirit holds itself
in a quite sluggishly awake way in my unhealthy shell.
the links are hurting and are slipping in an untensioned way
and though, yet, I do not want to sleep today.

time passes by, hours leave as in a flight and nevertheless
your picture remains rooted in me. how can I make my demon leave?

time is my best friend and as well my greatest enemy.
it heals my wounds but lets me age and kills my fantasy.
so I must see, apathetically, I've waited for my time to come.
in my apathy, though, I couldn't see that my time for a long time had been gone.

internally it corrodes me, wears out my nerves and my patience.
life will pour at me, others live without me in the meantime.
how can I escape that? positive thinking, proclaimed by a lot,
appears to me only as derision against my thought.

time passes by, hours leave as in a flight and nevertheless
your picture remains rooted in me.

time passes by, hours leave as in a flight and nevertheless
your picture remains rooted in me.
time is my best friend and as well my greatest enemy.
in my apathy, though, I couldn't see that my time for a long time had been gone.

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when you fall

say, I’m sitting here and I’m thinking ‘bout the way I’ve gone.
will I come to a conclusion?
when I think about what I’ve lost when I have lost the love,
it feels like I’ve lost myself as well.

now I’ve got to find the roots, be aware of what I do
just to find the most important thing.
I feel empty all inside, marked-off from control and pride,
try to find out what is worth to be kept on with.

now, everything I had is gone, you smashed it all.
say, all but one! insecurity’s left for me!
why did you leave me with those broken pieces, standing in the rain?
I can’t explain! and if I know a thing at all,
I wouldn't catch you when you fall.

I consider what my life ought to be.
I guess I’m going the wrong way, indeed.
by wasting time in thinking about you I forget about myself.
and I thought I’ve gotten you to know
in the course of time, but now you throw it all away,
and all the values we relied on you betray.

now, everything I had is gone, you smashed it all.
say, all but one! there’s a hopeless, self-finding me!
why did you leave me with those broken pieces, standing in the rain?
I can’t explain! and if I know a thing at all,
I wouldn’t catch you when you fall!

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endin' up evilly

I must be ugly, be depressing or somehow not interesting
to the world. the day will come I’ll learn my lesson.
but I feel like it was yesterday
I showed you, you mean less to me than I do mean to you,
and therefore bit off more than anyone can chew.

rock! in time you’ll go like all!
once you’ve learned, you’ll stop to stall.
once set it in! once set it in!

my loneliness is self-adhesive. I cannot lose but can’t release it
and the spirits I once called may’ve misconceived it.
my intention never was to be alone,
stand-offish, focussed on my own!
how much time I’ve already already lost
in building no-one’s kingdom’s throne…

rock! in time you’ll go like all!
once you’ve learned, you’ll stop to stall.
once set it in! you’ll live it! once set it in!

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lunatic

what is sign for the blind-raging ignorance
'gainst the people and global eliberance?
what is sign? what is sign, what is sign?

as words may not combust you:
no belief in their thoughts, no trust, too!
who is left in this regulation-machinery?

walking down our way! struggle for survival every day!
walking down our way! getting even harder, yet, I say!
global peace surrounding us! in their holy words we trust
unless there would be many knowing better.

bombs and fear, rage and hate,
rich and poor in sunshiny weather!!!

freedom is alive!! I know we just have lost it,
lost the way to live it, rather live a lie!
we'd never know what way would end up right.

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mysteries

last time I tried to take a chance to start my life anew,
and all the things once missed went right.
I couldn’t believe that it was really true.

yes, it was really true. sometimes you are lucky, too.
so please believe in that mystery that happened to you.

last time I tried to take a chance to start my life anew.
I went into a pub and checked the scene around the bar,
some kind of boring huns.

what you tell me, I do know. I also ain't the star of this show.
it seems to me that you went through a saturday as usual so far.

but how can you know, what life will show?
some circumstances, some mysteries around.
they can change it all, can make you fall,
but they can make you happy, too.

indeed as I turned ‘round and wanted to leave the pub,
I can’t believe, there was that girl in front of me,
a mighty source of energy.

hey, was she cool, so special, yeah,
did you just want to dance with her?

I went across and talked to her that day.
it worked and all my troubles went away.

but how can you know, what life will show?
some circumstances, some mysteries around.
they can change it all, can make you fall,
but they can make you happy, too.

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forgotten poetry

when the night disperses the day and a dream takes place the curtain falls
and obscurity pays me back in spades.
fear aspirates “the sun makes way for the flood”, silence arrives.
the firmament lights up in blood! so I dream away!

poverty spotlighted in loveliness. heavenly bodies watch darkness appear.
now it breaks in the dawn of grin!
poverty spotlighted in loveliness. a few get more, so many less,
no one’s upset just smiles within.

as I open up my eyes, the silence that surrounds me lies!
the dream came true long in the past! an inner question's still to ask.

where’s the forgotten poetry gone that tells the story of the freedom of one?
those words ‘bout unity once built, their meaning’s spilt!
sit down, relax, enjoy the show how every human kills his bro’,
and human rights are being spurned. a human only stands for what he’s earned.
if we don’t keep in mind what mankind found out long before our time.
history’ll repeat for us albeit the warning signs!

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drama of yours

did you just walk away from me and didn’t you believe
my point of view was first to see? before, you shouldn’t leave!

had I had a chance to tell you my opinion
before you turned around to flee?
I guess you prefer to play your theatrical high-handed drama indeed.

so every word I said was worthless, had no effect to you.
you’re used to blame it all on me or someone else into.

had I had a chance to tell you my opinion
before you turned around to flee?
I guess you prefer to play your theatrical high-handed drama indeed.

hey, will you…
hey, will you come back and look into?
hey, will you…
hey, will you look into what you get?
get only what you deserve, deserve only the worst!

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g.p.f.

whoo, baby, tell me where I got!
my mind wide open, my eyes shut
I staggered through my life and landed here
standing in front of three companions sharing my attempt
to reach your minds by being a band,
being our music every single song.

will you come along? will you hum along,
be ignited, all excited, dance away?
will you be there to raise your voice and to make some noise?
we try to get this working every day, but fun it is, anyway!

what would be a band without its fans?
what would be music without plans?
what would be a heart without its destiny?
more than we did before we try to show you how we feel
to make our visions becoming real!
we make our way and make you follow us!

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this silent secret

suddenly disturbing me this pain inside me lurking free.
I can’t imagine what it is. you know, it’s eating me and leaves a mess, I say.
not to be found by any medic it leaves me worried and pathetic.
so many thoughts, not to be thought, just fill me up.

I feel the barriers and the borders, all the time and every day.
I can’t get over moral orders, set to me to determine my way.
I’d like to finally know which of my ways would be the the right one to go.
I'd like to finally know.

this silent secret sleeps in me! since I’ve decided just to hide it,
I’ve been a convict to myself, locked up within my inner shell.

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antihero

so, you've just been a victim. you've seen nothing but extreme
uprising of your really failing life.

you try to walk and crumble, fated to stalk and stumble,
though risen and admired, called and put into.

but when you hate it like the ghost,
that appears from coast-to-coast,
it might be this use of tragic things to raise it in your eyes.
when you feel the blank no happiness can do!
who's to blame for it when no one knows the clue?

but when you ruminate on the past, what has taken you so fast
when you think it's just a step away for you to stay?

your divided soul was lighted on and never you liked that.
now you helplessly watch your ignition turn into your threat.

but when you hate it like the ghost,
that appears from coast-to-coast,
it might be this use of tragic things to raise it in your eyes.
when you feel the blank no happiness can do!
would you call my name when no one cares 'bout you?

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