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the clean sweep
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01. THE CLEAN SWEEP
SAY “HI” TO YOUR LIFE | AND TO THYSELF | FEAR, HATE AND THE MUSCLES GROW | DASHED US ON THE ROAD | CHASED THROUGH THE NIGHT | SEEKED FOR A LITTLE LIGHT | AND OF COURSE, WE SCREWED UP | DID DISAPPOINT MORE THAN ONCE | WE KISSED THE CURB | LIVED LIKE BUMS | SOMETIMES WE LOST US, TOO | THE SUN BLACKED OUR EYES | THE NEW PAIN MADE US | TO TURN DOWN SOME LIES | LOST THE WAY UP | LOST THE WAY DOWN | WITHOUT THESE STOPS | I COULDN´T FIND MY GROUND | I COULDN´T FIND MY GROUND | SO I HOPE YOU BURN DOWN YOUR CITY | BURN DOWN YOURSELF | FORGET THIS WORDS IN YOUR HEAD | AND BE NO ONE ELSE | THE ASH IN YOUR HAND | IT STARTS TO GET A SHAPE | YOU´LL WONDER WHERE FROM | YOU FEEL THIS ACHE
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02. THIS IS FOR YOU, PEGGY O. (ft. tchr)
LOOK HOW THEY TREAT THEIR WIVES | THROWING STONES, ACTING LIKE | UNCIVILIZED RABBLE | RABBLE | THEY SHOULD LEARN FROM US | LOOK AT US, COPY US | HA! WE´RE SO DAMN RIGHT | SO FUCKIN´ DAMN RIGHT | BUT WHERE ARE THE MALE FEMINISTS | CAUSE 4 OUT 184 | FEMALE AND SINGLE AND KIDS | THE BEST WAY TO GET SLIDE DOWN | WANNA HAVE A FAMILY | LEAVE AND TAKE YOUR FAMILY TREE | THERE IS NO PLACE, NO FUCKING PLACE | WHERE LIFE´S THE SAME | BUT AN INVISIBLE SYSTEM | RUNS THROUGH EVERY VEIN | MAKE-BELIEFS, WRONG GUARANTEES | BUILT UP SOLID BARRIERS | HUNDREDS OF YEARS, ENDLESS REIGN | HUNDREDS OF YEARS, FULL OF PAIN | THERE IS NO PLACE | WHERE LIFE´S THE SAME | BUT AN INVISIBLE SYSTEM | RUNS THROUGH EVERY VEIN | EVERY VEIN | YOU KNOW, WE KNOW | IT´S TIME TO PULL IT OFF | IT´S TIME TO PULL IT OFF | EVERYONE IS IN DEMAND| IN DEMAND | EVERYONE
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one piece of your life
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03. ONE PIECE OF YOUR LIFE
ALL THE ANSWERS | SEEM SO CLEAR | IT´S UP TO US | TO SHIFT THE GEAR | MAYBE NOT CLEANER | BUT LESS DIRTIER | WITH OPEN EYES | LOOK ALL YA | LOOK AROUND | LOOK ALL AROUND | OF COURSE | WHO DOESN´T WANT TO BE THAT GOOD GUY | WHO DOESN´T WANT TO BE IN FASHION | BUT IT´S ABOUT TO BE PART OF A CHANGE | CAUSE IF EVERYTHING SHOULD REMAIN | WE MUST CHANGE RADICALLY | AND THEN FASHION IS NOTHING | LIKE A CLEAR CONSCIENCE | IN A STARVING WORLD | IT´S NOT THE WORST MOTIVATION | BUT IT´S LIKE THE WIND | AND ONE DAY IT WILL BE GONE | AND THE WRETCHED WILL STAY | TILL THE LAST DAY | LIVE YOUR LIFE | WALK YOUR WAY | BUT ONE PIECE OF YOUR LIFE | SHARE IT SHARE IT | WITH YOUR HANDS
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growing cage
03:26
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04. GROWING CAGE
THE DAYS PASS FASTER LIKE BEFORE | BUT THIS SOUNDS NOT THAT CRUEL | OBLIGATIONS ARE GETTING MUCH CLOSER | THE STRENGTH OF THEM RAISE IN MY HEAD | THE TONS OF THEM | LET ME FEEL LIKE A WHORE | MY LIFE FEELS LIKE A STORE | WHERE EVERYONE TAKES WHAT HE WANTS | AND I GET THE CRUMBS | RUNNING ROUNDS IN CIRCLES | BEEN SO FAR AWAY FROM MYSELF | THANKS TO MC, CAUSE I CAN´T SEE | ME NOW, TOO, AND IN THE NEXT YEARS | WANT TO START SOMETHING | WANT TO EXTROVERT MYSELF | BUT DREAMING IS SO EASY | IT EXPANDS MY WEALTH | AND MY HEROES STILL ROLLING | WHAT DID I | LOOKED UP TO THEM | OH HOW | DO I MISS THESE SENSELESS NIGHTS | ALL THESE USELESS TIMES | SOMETIMES MY BRAIN | WANTS TO TURN OFF FOR SOME DAY | ONCE I KNEW | IN THE END | EVERYTHING WILL BE OK | BUT I LOST | THIS GUARANTEE | FOREVER
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bells of my home
02:05
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06. BELLS OF MY HOME
EVERYTIME | I HEAR THIS RING | EVERYTIME | THE BELLS WILL SING | MY HOME | DOESN´T BREATH | ANYMORE, NEVERMORE | MY HOME DOESN´T BREATH ANYMORE | EVERYTIME I HEAR THIS RING | I KNOW THE BELLS WILL SING | ONCE THE PLACE, I GREW UP | COULD SMELL THE LIVE ON THE STREETS | BUT NOW, IT´S ALL GONE | JUST SEE DISEASE, CRACKING BONES | WANT TO TURN MY HEAD AWAY | AND GO FURTHER | IT SEEMS, IT´S REALLY GONE | DISCOMFORTING TALKS | THE END IS CLOSE | AND OFTEN REACHED | BUT LAST LOYALTIES | WILL DECAY WITH FAMILY | THIS LIGHT WILL CATCH US SOMETIMES, FOR SURE | WE CAN´T RUN AWAY ALL TIME | WE HAVE TO LEARN TO FLY | AND TO STAND TO DIE
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fading
02:20
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05. FADING
YOU AND ME | I ASKED YOU SO MANY QUESTIONS | YOU STROKED MY HEAD | WERE MY GUIDE AND TOOK MY HAND | GAVE ME A HOME BUT WHERE WAS YOURS | I DIDN´T UNDERSTAND ALL YOUR PAIN | IN MY EYES YOU WERE AN ACTOR TO YOURSELF | TO ME AND ALL OF US | WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU | WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU | EVEN WHEN YOU WERE AT HOME | YOUR MIND WAS ON THE RUN | IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING BETTER | IN SEARCH OF SOME ILLUSIONS | YOU LEFT YOUR BODY FOR THIS POISON | WE´VE LOST YOU CAUSE OF THE BOTTLE | BUT I WAS MUCH TOO YOUNG TO SEE | JUST FUCKIN BEGGED FOR HARMONY | TURNED INTO AN EMPTY SHELL | WE ONLY SAW THAT GHOST | AND WE LOST OUR LAST MEMORIES | OF THE GOOD OLD DAYS | THESE GOOD OLD DAYS | YOU NEVER FOUND YOUR PLACE IN THIS WORLD | I THINK YOU COULDN´T, BUT UNDERSTANDING´S WRONG | SOME MISTAKES ARE TOO FELL TO FORGET | YOU CALLED EVERYTHING INTO QUESTION | AT LEAST MY WORLD, WAS THIS NOT OURS | WHICH ARE THINGS WHICH REALLY COUNT | WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU | WHAT HAS FUCKIN´ HAPPENED TO YOU | YOU AND ME | HOW CAN LIFE BE THAT INSTABLE | AND WHAT IS THE POINT OF AN OUTBREAK | SAY ONE | HOW CAN LIFE BE THAT INSTABLE | AND WHY MUST IT BE SO DESTRUCTIVE
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the golden h
01:49
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07. THE GOLDEN H
ONCE | THERE WAS THIS STORY | AND THIS STORY | TOLD ME IT WAS MORE | BUT WE | CAN NOT DENY | THAT THIS FAIRY IS JUST INVENTED, NOTHING MORE | THERE IS NO “US” | JUST BLIMPISH BUGS | JUST BLIMPISH BUGS | AND A NOSE FULL OF DRUGS | A NOSE FULL OF DRUGS | AND A MASKING HALF-TRUTH | MASKING HALF-TRUTH | SO WE GONNA PAY THIS SHIT OFF | ACTUALLY I NEVER WANTED TO SING THIS SONG | BUT CHANGES ARE HERE | EITHER YOU HATE OR GET ALONG | THE TIME WILL GO ON | AND WE WON´T STAY | IT WAS MORE THAN HARDCORE | JUST SEEMED SO | BUT IN THE END | IT IS JUST ME | MY BELIEFS | MY CONVICTIONS | THE GOLDEN H | NOT WORTH TO CHASE AFTER | THE GOLDEN H
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the future
03:07
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08. THE FUTURE
ALL THE KIDS | WILL BE ALONE | WHEN WE DECIDE TO DISSOCIATE | AND OPEN OUR HANDS | TO RECEIVE SOME GREEN | AND WE JUST BLEAT BEHIND OUR FENCE | FEED US OFF THE MIGHT OF ARROGANCE | DEFEATED BY BIRTH | LEFT BEHIND | WITH INDIGNITY | SO COME ON | YEAH TELL ME | I WANNA KNOW YOUR EXPLANATION | COMPLAIN ABOUT THE MOB AND THE MOB KIDS | BUT HOW SHOULD THEY KNOW IT BETTER | THEY EAT YOUR SCUM | YOUR FUCKIN BREW, MAN | NEVER GOT LIT THE FLAME | BUT THE SCREEN IS LICKERING | LIGHTS JITTERING | NOTHING´S REALLY WORTH FOR MENTIONING | CAUSE IN FACT | THEY WANNA FUCKIN GET A CHANCE | SO LET THEIR FUTURE GO DOWN | WITH “A PHOTO” | COVERED BY A “RAGE CAVE” | WE ONLY SEE THEIR PAIN | MAKE FUN OF THEM | ONE ON TEN | BUT NEVER SAY YOU DID ANYTHING | TO DISCONNECT | THIS SYSTEMATIC LINK | THE PRIDE OF A NATION | IT ISN´T ABOUT THE PAST | IT`S ABOUT TODAY | IT´S JUST ABOUT WHAT WE DO | FOR A BETTER PLACE | A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE | FOR TOMORROW | CAUSE AN APPLE CAN | FALL FAR FROM THE TREE | BACK IN SCHOOL MAYBE | WE´LL ALL LEARN WHAT LIFE MEANT TO BE | EVERYONE NEEDS THIS CHANCE | NO ONE WANTS TO REMAIN PANTS | AND NO ONE WANTS TO MISS THIS GLANCE | NO ONE
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cllhn Dresden, Germany
start in october 2008 --- ep "a new army" january 2009 on PowerTripRecords --- playing some shows --- one year break --- back again in winter 2010/11 with some changes in the team (jan is out, micha on the drums and steffen on the bass) --- may 2011 "hiddenplanet-studio/berlin" recording new stuff --- december 2011 new ep out ... playing some more shows ... more
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