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moonshine longing
05:17
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-- moonshine longing --
I’m hiding in the shadows
I’m losing, losing my borders
Becoming one, one with the darkness of night
No more spoken words
Just howling like the wolfs – oooouuhh
Wandering through black and blue of the night
I got moonshine, moonshine longing
Infolded by the silence
I’m dancing on the tip of my toes
Breathing in and breathing out the night
I got moonshine, moonshine longing
No more spoken words
Just howling like the wolfs – oooouuhh
Wandering through black and blue
… of the night
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Her kind (Witch)
03:52
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-- her kind (witch) --
Above me the last quarter moon, I'm feeding
hungry young wolves in the night
Rumbling of bowel and thoughts, I'm bleeding
the bigger the wolf, the bigger the bite
My lungs are all covered with moss and lichen
my feet are still stuck in the bog
Old shabby hopes are coming, they're creeping
I see her on the rock
Filthy yellowed linen does mantel my skin
I'm boney and sulfurous like hell
Barefoot on the rock she braids her hair
and the fog around her knees and the moonshine suit her well
The wolves they are licking my blood that is driping
They're scrunching my body and mind
I'd give all my sparkle, my misstress and my laughter
to climb up to her kind
Oh, she is a witch
Oh, she is a witch
Oh let me taste of her sweet little tincture and make me just as rich
A thousend faces of moon passed by
my lips are pale and dry
the bog is drying and sinking, I'm crying
as dawn tinkled and the twilight hit my eye
The wolves are fleeing, my cheeks are heating
the first ray of light lifts the smog
My feed they are moving, to reach her I’m graving
but yet we are on the same rock
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apocalyptic ape
04:01
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-- apocalyptic ape --
I was born in the cage and raised behind steel bars
Three times a day I was fed by my guards
They took my mother when I still was a baby
For years I was sitting in my cell all alone
Neon lights devided day from night time
And I didn't know neither sun nor wind
They just took me for tests with needles and pills
Never could I climb or play with a friend
I started to bite myself and scratch my skin
After I developed a nervous twitch
All for cosmetics and the health of my guards
I got mad and I got sick
Neon lights devided day from night time
And I didn't know neither sun nor wind
They just took me for tests with needles and pills
Never could I climb or play with a friend
But now I'm immune to all your deseases
Because I ate all those pills
I am an apocaliptic ape
Yes I will live when you're all rotten in your graves
Now I'm gonna climb in your abandoned garden
Dance on your car and piss in your bed
I shit in your fridge and spit on your graves
Cause I am free and you are dead
But now I'm immune to all your deseases
Because I ate all those pills
I am an apocaliptic ape
Yes I will live when you're all rotten in your graves
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soaked in wine
04:43
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-- soaked in wine --
Again I’m lying in front of your door
I feel like I’ve been through this before
I feel numb, just a thin line
And I’m all soaked in wine and wine
Dark memories are dragging me down
I feel like I have been nailed to the ground
In chains I walk, in whisky I’ll drown
In the end my smile turns into a frown
Another chance is passing me by
and I’m all soaked in wine and wine
Again, I’m lying in front of your door
I feel like I’ve been through this before
I feel numb, just a thin line
And I’m all soaked in wine and wine
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drowned
05:10
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-- drowned --
Endless sky and waves that hit the boat
Live or die, what do you fear most?
And all their lifes, hang on thin rotten rope
And all they can do is to hope, hope, hope
Chalk outline, but on water one can’t draw
Lost in the dark, ment to remember no more
And all I’ve learned is to cry, cry, cry
That’s what I do, while they die, die, die
Graping hands in the water
but they drown, drown, drown
Screaming voice: „ Where’s my daughter?“
When they go down, down, down
What will I say, when they ask me what I did?
How will I feel, when I have to admit?
That all I can do is to run, run, run
And all I try is to have fun, fun, fun
Graping hands in the water
but they drown, drown, drown
Screaming voice: „Where’s my doughter?“
When they go down, down, down
What will I say, when they ask me what I did…
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