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Eigengrau
04:43
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Lyrics;
Im Morgenlicht wachst du auf und die Tristesse frisst dich innerlich auf
Eigengrau
Deine Silhouette an der Wand ist eine Komposition der Schwarzmalerei
Eigengrau
nichts wird von dir mitgeteilt, nur alles mit dir selbst ausgemacht
Eigengrau
Sogar deine Gleichgültigkeit hat dich in deinem Spiegel ausgelacht
Lässt du dich führen von schwarz/weiß Patronen, deine Gedanken gequält von Dämonen
Dämonen gezüchtet auf dogmatischen Boden, dein Misstrauen der Dünger, deine Tränen von oben
Vergießt du dein Leben, die Dornen die wachsen. Es gibt keinen Ausweg von dem Totentanz
Wie immer gesagt und immer versprochen, niemals aus deinen Fesseln gebrochen.
Verreck doch einfach in deinem Selbstmitleid!
Eigengrau
Die letzten Sonnenstrahlen gelöscht weil du deine Schultern hängen lässt
Eigengrau
schöne Momente verblasst nur der Schmerz der deine Perspektive zerfetzt
Eigengrau
die Tage werden immer kürzer und der Raum wird kalt wie dein Herz
Eigengrau
deine Seele verträgt keine Farben, du versteifst in meinen Armen ~ Eigengrau
Keine Hoffnung, nur Schwarzmalerei
Oder selbsterfüllende Prophezeiung
Dein Eigengrau und Schwarzmalerei
werden zu deiner selbsterfüllenden Prophezeiung
Es gibt kein zurück mehr. Keine Ausrederei
nur Dein selbsterfüllende Prophezeiung
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Losing grip
03:23
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Lyrics;
I walk through the forest with half opened eyes,
Disturbing the creatures around.
My heritage feels like shackles, they’re noisy,
And I know there’s no key to be found.
Suddenly it ended; vegetation is gone,
At the same time our consciousness it stops.
No room left to flourish, we are left alone,
Surrounded by the dust and the rocks.
As I run back to hide between two old trees,
They whispered their stories to me.
I turned sad and angry, partly at myself,
On the outcome we all could agree:
Mankind destroyed us! They sucked us all dry,
Unabled the roots to grab soil, (we try to hold on)
It slipped through our fingers, disappears with the wind,
Life’s rough since they claimed all the oil. (we try to hold on)
Im losing grip, we try to hold on
And im holding on for my life
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3. |
Omen Harm
06:17
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Lyrics;
The broken spear that pierced our heart
Shot by the hand we have been feeding
We roamed the lands and chased the sun
Our hands where reaching for the sky
Dark are the hours before the dawn
We stood as one, our heads held high
And with the trust to those close by
Came the angst of the unknown
Isolated, every tribe
Created a myth, not once outgrown
Earless to singing of wild birds,
numb to the wind that blows through our hair
Blind to the sunlight that feeds all that grows
Silenced by those who set out the snare
This plague is ancient, but what will we do?
It can be stopped by me and by you
together we change the course that was set
An entire species are joined for one quest
Even the highest citadel walls
cannot survive, the ravages of time
Seasons of fire, man-made ecocide
Oceans of plastic, where our dignity drowned
Our thoughts strangled, dreams are entangled
There is no layer of varnish, that protect us all
Respect protect, and reconnect
We all live and die, on the same soil
Domesticated by fire,
led to fear of going out
Walls that once where build to protect
Soon started to cave us in
cities formed, the land enclosed
Step by step the pests marched in
No common ground, detached us all
Lone we will face - our worlds downfall
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• Omen Harm • Cologne, Germany
dark acrustic folkpunk
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