1. |
An Angel (No Moon Mix)
03:20
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An Angel
we’re burning like skies in her eye
the deepest red so thick and yet she cries
she’s turning their backs
the glances penetrate from behind
and stare right through the delicate flesh, yes:
we smell her sex - it’s a fucking mess
we taste her lust
we feel it’s wrong
but we want it to be right
but we want it to be right
who cares these days
who longs to question
fake clay hanging from her blue lips - eclipse
dripping a thousand times per second - a kiss
onto the sweet membrane
ain’t she wrapped in cellophane?
a dying star here
losing faith inhaling sugar – nicotine
cold-hearted heroine
with bare feet walking on the moon
no light will ever reach her
I bet she’ll forget real soon
I bet she’ll forget real soon
she’s out there with a vengeance
and she’ll never come back
she’ll never come back
her footprints leave a trail in the faces of the dead
her whispers protrude from underneath
“come with me,” she used to beg
offering silent chemical
I can’t forget the way
I’m losing sight again
there’s nothing but to pray
for she’s my only true friend.
END.
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2. |
The Path
04:17
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The Path
Someday you will step again
in between the eyes that slay
and find all twisted obscurities
the casualties will learn to pray.
Start off far away and smile
the teeth will hold their necks
ready to break the sound
Fix it. You quick, bitch!
Fix it. You quick bitch!
Make it fast!
Fix it. Quick!
The dreams of thousand souls keep spinning
around their heads all black and chrome.
The dreams of thousand souls keep spinning
around their heads all black and chrome.
All that is here
will be waiting
for us to make some tiny steps.
I chew the splinters that are hanging from their domes
I chew the splinters that are hanging from their domes
Wish you inhaled my injections
wish you inhaled my pills.
Wish you didn’t hate my injections
wish you didn’t hate my pills
I wish you had the patience
to get ready for the final kill
I wish you had the patience
to get ready for the final kill
Straight and narrow
we obscure the tree.
Leave me in the shadows that sway
We keep unravelling
See what’s left of it.
Go play!
So go your own way
and make me say:
“I will keep up my way.”
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3. |
Cellophane (Deranged)
02:37
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Cellophane
Wrap me up in cellophane
silently whisper
I bring the noise
far off in the distance
where only bad things grow
right by your side
keep coming back
I’m your reminder
I’m inside your head
breathing the stench
living in fear
the idiot rising
hopefully not so near
with his ancles breaking
and his will shaking.
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4. |
Boot Error (Lost)
03:34
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Boot Error (Lost)
Booting like a motherfucker…
Now he’s away and all forgotten.
Times were better back then,
when we were close friends.
Losing it all…
Please excuse me as I fall.
Deep down, I caught a fire.
The memories of an empire.
(Lost.)
I can hear your call
chasing me, back to myself.
Top to bottom.
I’m in my car,
up and driving real far -
Far and even further than ever.
(On and on.)
You never said “never”.
The crows are flying over my head
Tearing apart my soul
Seems I’m stepping up
to the walking dead.
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5. |
Goto 10 (Run)
02:26
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6. |
This and That
04:56
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This and That
We keep pretending
Shovel, dirt around
Exits too fast
approaching round and round
I can be this
I can be that
Give you a kiss
take off my hat
Your hand all soft and
Cozy in this hell
Nowhere sign keeps spinning
We knew she did not feel well
I can be this
I can be that
Give you a kiss
take off my hat
Dancing all by ourselves
I can feel the warmth slowly creeping
Through our veins and across the cement
it hit us by surprise, the pigs were all sleeping
I can be this
I can be that
Give you a kiss
take off my hat
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7. |
memorycontrolunit
02:00
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memorycontrolunit
Everything’s better now
everything‘s better than my padded world
mummified celebrity
hollow vacuum feeding on anger
suicide angels hovering in front of me
walkers on nails
aspirin-hearts
Everything’s better now
I long to talk to my reflection
besides the scars and the dirt
I seem to see right through
the bottomless memory
washes ashore
the broken image of you
and the tears I’ve wasted on you
leave a trail on my wounded belly
I’ve seen all the faces of frustration
tempting the depressive soul
leaving cracks in the plastic circuitry
heavenly manoeuvring this crucified machinery
into the depths of space and time
I’m glad they swallowed mine.
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8. |
The Woods
04:50
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The woods
I’m out there in the holy woods
pretending to be God
my crucifixion-palace warm
I’m waiting to be born
my eyes are poked with nails
the nails where you heart could have been
I’m bleeding with my painted smile
pretending it’s my only sin
please come and play your violin
please come and play your violin
my back is broken
my feet are tied
the trees keep choking
I’m off the side
come, please come into the woods
and play a little while with me
come, please come into the woods
the demons I promise will not see
I’m out there in the holy woods
pretending to be myself
my crucifixion-palace warm
I’m waiting to be born
the worms have smelled the dying flesh
my eyes are shutten tight
the pain is growing faster now
I long to see the light
please come and play your violin
please come and play your violin
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9. |
Different Places
03:42
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10. |
Break Plastic
02:45
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11. |
What I Want
05:13
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12. |
20.000 Lives Ago
03:45
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20.000 Lives Ago
As I walk towards the mighty water
I feel your heartbeat slowly fading away
why, why, why, tell me why
gonna ask just one more time
and try, try, try, try
to lick the Sun and swallow all mountains
before we both die, die and die
met you in a weird spot
they all said: I don’t know
I don’t care that it all was
20.000 lives ago
the way your eyes change
the way how I should try to care
the way you walk and talk and shake
the way you were ever almost there
met you in a weird spot
they all said: I don’t know
I don’t care that it all was
20.000 lives ago
Dig . . . deep
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13. |
Dirty Numb Boy
04:39
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Dirty Numb Boy
Dirty numb boy dressed so fine
Born ten feet underground
Loose teeth hanging in his spine
Hiding naked in your mind
Screaming ugly words to fill he room
It’s one way out he’s trying to find
All memory fades to nothing
He’ll be your golden cup to spit in
Spreading the disease
A nightmare all awake
You’re dreaming of the Sun
The mirror starts to shake
You choke and feel the vomit
And spit him out onto the floor
Dirty numb boy where are you going?
I know that I am you
Didn’t the Siamese trick work on you?
All memory fades to nothing
He’ll be your golden cup to spit in
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14. |
Nonstop (Let Go)
02:36
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Nonstop – Let go
Sacred recollections
Focus out of space
tell me what it’s worth
creature sent to Earth
I can see you
I can feel you
I won’t break you
Elevate you
Keep on growing
Be within the flow
I can’t always be around
anywhere, let go
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15. |
Brick-Coffin
03:14
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Brick-Coffin
I'm lying in my brick-coffin
with animal eyes
fixing the ceiling
fixing the moon
on my back
on my back
I'll get there soon.
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16. |
m. (Close to Midnight)
02:16
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m.
Over. Taking.
Sleep. Yes. Drink.
My Mind.
Soft bullets creep.
Words pouring out.
Sink - deep.
All left. Breathe
To the core.
And way beyond the pale.
To my left
A frozen frame.
Nothing special.
Just an image.
Never the same.
Keep coming back,
Like flashlights . . . in the mirrors.
Heavy drops smash the surface.
Do you deserve this?
I don’t think enough.
Not hard enough.
Not fast enough.
Over. Rated.
Far too much.
I’m tired of pretending I’m alive.
Dark and hollow
On the inside.
Feed me -
Just one more time.
It’s close to midnight
M.
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17. |
Son of a Thousand Suns
04:37
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Son of a Thousand Suns
Seen this all before
deep breath, push open - slam that fucking door
calculate your future steps
it’s about time (to) stop going back
I can feel it
I can sense it
I can’t touch it
Can’t control it
we eradicate the holy guns
you’re the son of a thousand suns
Floating through the in-betweens
I grab, stab, bleed – slowly getting what it all means
solid ground weighs (way) more than the state I’m in
uncut portrayal of life we have seen
I can feel it
I can sense it
I can’t touch it
Can’t control it
we eradicate the holy guns
you’re the son of a thousand suns
You are the son of a thousand suns
anyone and no one
electric shape – out of sight
thoughts faster than the speed of light
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18. |
desert belly drinks
03:19
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19. |
Sweet Cement (Live)
03:25
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Sweet Cement
Out here on this fragile island / the play attracts the insect's mind / to raise and walk towards the liquid / and move over the fading line. / The mirror says "Hello," and smiles / the smile of the most faithful stone / the pretty women to the left, / collecting glances, hate their own.
All along the way, a golden string is dancing / to celebrate the sweet cement.
The women to the right, they say, / are crawling on their knees. / Painting with their bleeding fingers / the way that fits their needs. / But if the naked blow just whispers / a "holy fuck" that gently sighs, / from ear to ear the image travels / and in between your legs it dies.
All along the way, a golden string is singing / to celebrate the sweet cement.
Concrete objects loose their shape / as the gift of endless summers / blinds the dreaming ape, / feeding him with one hand broken, / leaving him out in the open, / the curtain starts to shake.
"From now on I will seek rebellion,"/ the worm stands up and falls again / reversed reflections keep on laughing, / "Freeze and I will try it then." / So now the camera that is watching, / finally shuts its trembling eye. / Cut, you scream and leave them wishing, / fishing for the glorious "why."
All along the way, a golden string is laughing / to celebrate the sweet cement.
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20. |
Welcome Home (Charlie)
04:07
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Welcome Home (Charlie)
The drops smash upon your face
penetrate the skin - darken the sun
onto your self
squeeze you against the glass
faster - harder
the air shoots out of your lungs
until you can't scream anymore
the room - filled
mirrors twist the crumbling beauty
and whisper
but you can't hear
sinking to the ground
submissive laws of the flesh
silently
finally
you're there
where you always should have been
a place that holds no grace
a place that's empty inside
... your private little hell.
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21. |
whoisyourmothbedbuiltfor
03:31
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host beg suffer Munich, Germany
host beg suffer is a one-man project by Charles S. Kuzmanovic (multi-instrumentalist from the Outback of Munich, Germany). The sound is a blend of alt-rock and alternative music mixed with electronic flavors.
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