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Bring your own lock
But forget the key
What’s empty now, amounts to me
Be your own sound
Don’t listen to me
What’s vacant now, just might be
Only going down in old history
It’s gonna be doing without me
Feeding on your recipe
It’s gonna be starving me
A statue or the stone, inverting the timezone
A statue or the stone, inverting the timezone
Tonight to forget historically
Tonight to forget historically
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Won’t be contained
03:19
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Within the edges of a day
We are one routine away
From what is called for
Too often paid for
Appointments or a holiday
Do you wake for mass-appeal
Or every single heart to steal
There will be no dictionary
For a loves’ vocabulary
There will be no commentary
Suiting roads left voluntarily
Words put to sound or ink
Can’t contain
The content of blood that stains
On what is worked for
Too often waited for
Appointments or a holiday
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Eye to Eye (with a lie)
02:36
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Is it your will,
What you won’t
Or still the will to a lie?
Forget my homes
Use my bones
Take the next turn
Eye to eye .
I’ve stayed out
It’s layed out
All around and ahead.
Rumor has it, there’s been talking..
I’m growing up instead of
Going to work
on luxuries that hurt
I’ve been loud
It’s layed out
All around and ahead
We’ve made out
Found ways out
All around and ahead
Rumor has it , there’s been talking..
This is growing up dead.
Where are you going
A question, a threat.
Wardrobes composed of certificates.
What are you playing , plans need to be fed
Skyscraping careers ruin my bed.
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Bedroom Or Dancefloor
02:55
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We’re making your choices, can’t you see
Trust us with your identity
We’re licking our lips can’t you see
Money spent on mockery
Bedroom or Dancefloor
What are you looking for
Shopfloor, working poor,
What are you opting for
We’re making a list
Checking it twice
Gonna make your naughty nice
Fat-free or low-calorie
What are you gonna be
The letter or the addressee
What are you gonna be
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Chapped Lips
02:26
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This is the access to a half-hearted plan
This is the table to a feast gone sour
This is the kiss we share on our bad conscience
This is the joke I pull behind closed curtains
Five minute breaks on restroom-tiles
Long to make the night worthwhile
Peel necessity off my style
Covered in gloss
The hours that we toss
What are the politics of falling to knees
For the weight of a crease
We seem to belong with the lack of belonging..
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Now Nothing Then What
02:34
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I found a leak in your absence
I had to speak in cruel accents
The habit it caused a name
The name it fed a habit
On the sidewalk it left me alone
The poster wheat-pasted to the wall
Ensured your throne
Are we underfeeding tension
Bleeding through silent telephones
I curse this relationship of wordless, violent apprehension
It is my weakness to practise
Keeping receipts of your habits
The draft of the useless
Neglect it
The weight of possession
Hate to respect it
A day or just moments away
The way or one more delay
Where are the words left to say
Next time waiting in line.
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Hit the street with question-marks
Go to sleep in terms well-parked
Feed the deep on bottles emptied
Move my feet to chants channelled
While you are
Using your ceiling
Improving your cleaning
Using your ceiling
Removing all feeling
Using your ceiling
You’re losing your screaming
Using your ceiling
You’re losing your meaning
It’s how we dare to go without
Eyes closed by lights turned out
It’s how we tamper with degrees
To which to finance the excitement-free
Doing whatever at whose expense?
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Demobilize
02:36
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I’ve had enough of this fuckin’ mobility
I’ve had enough commodified humility
I’ve had enough of this fuckin’ mobility
I’ve had enough imposed flexibility
If the dollars ain’t at home
I’ve had enough of this fuckin’ mobility
I’ve had enough pre-packaged post-abilities
If the dollars ain’t at home
I’m moving way to slow to be in control
Hands up who’s coming down
On the trademarked beat of another travelled town..
I got no planes, no trains, just chains.
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Not Game Not Over
03:15
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Left the cutting-room before
Truth lying naked on the floor
Won’t succeed, although you’ve tried
Basing minds on falsified
To keep it on your own side
Wished on a satellite before
Kept it a secret once more
Won’t succeed, although you’ve tried
Keeping hopes nullified
To dream from where you count your time
We’re enemies in non-competition
Make believe we’re on a mission
Sign my name to the petition
Dictate the debate you’re trying to negate
There would be no need to keep a score
If no one ever lost before
No use to break a law
If you want less than more
Swallowed words, the ones you frame
Repeat, repeat, remain
Don’t start to complain, children
Ripped out a blank page before
Nailed the author to the door
Won’t begin, although you’ve tried
Keeping spirits petrified
To live from where you try to hide
Please start to complain.
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10. |
Be My Parasite
02:56
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There’s no need to wear the coat of consequence
The statues we break on subjectivity
It’s ripping you into your biography
It’s checking you out of opportunity
The make-up we share: So-called ‘biology’
The perfume we pour on our hypocrisy
It’s ripping you into your biography
It’s checking you out of opportunity
Be my parasite tonight.
We call it the parasite of broad daylight
Objectivity traps you tight
From what we might
Inspite tonight
Not quite
Objectivity traps you tight
From what we might
Inspite
Tonight not quite
Objectivity traps you tight
From what we might
There’s no need to wear the coat of consequence
The statues we break on subjectivity
It’s ripping you out of opportunity
It’s checking you into your biography
Be my parasite tonight
Be my parasite tonight
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Iskra Hamburg, Germany
unterm durchschnitt was a record label in Cologne, Germany. 1999 - 2012.
"Küsse sterben auf Lippen"
(engl. Kisses are dying on lips)
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