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- Track Name: Fix It
i'm just trying to take care
wizkids and wise men are to unite
sometimes our bulb seams to glow as bright as physically possible
but there's one incident that is able to crush the whole world
won't you loose your life!
stay here, we go at the same time.
you're not allowed to die.
shut up and fix it - that's an order!
i won't make it alone. be sure of that fact, nothing's gonna top that
i couldn't bear to watch you slip away
that's an ego-thing, 'cause i'm not one when your part is lacking
and we're not two we are one
- Track Name: Headlocked
i can't see
i can't breathe
start to eat
headlocked when i come round
that's such an awkward pressure
forced to some trojan properties
i can move
now i'm full
ate you up
- Track Name: Three Wise Monkeys
soccer on tv.
knitting needles click
satisfied and full
nothing's on her mind
she feels light and free
since he slipped away
journeys with her girls
there's no ass to wipe
cottage smells of kale
grandsons come for joint
happy faces smack
battened to arise
she is always right
and she always was
but in case she's not
she just acts the fool
see no evil - no she cannot
hear no evil - no she
speaks no evil - she does not
want to think about background
- Track Name: Deadbeat
just a little something
any how i do run scared
why can i not deal with it?
i'm a deadbeat all alone!
stop to consider
i need a change
i want no brain in my head
need a solution
i want no brain in my head
pressure disagrees with me
i can't see the wood for trees
head down i can see what's coming
how will i get over it?
- Track Name: Epidemic
so cold and mindless
trust me it won't hurt
calm down, listen to
- the heartbeats
sheep-shy don't be that
have what you want to
jokes told for laughter
don't act cool. I'm not
- and won't be
frosty and anxious
confidence lacks outside
try to attend and
let's help make this warm
- and easy
change it or mend it
ask em for standby
try to feel o.k.
let's get it done. fuck
- the boredom
beware of infection
once at your neck
once in your head
it's really hard to get rid of it
- Track Name: Fist Of Glass
quiet fighters, soft and sad
how to anticipate? cycle and breathe!
take a mint,
fist of glass, lazy heart
competition - who the hell cares?
fist of glass, set aside well
tattered sneakers, worn with pride
learned to wait patiently, chew on nails
- Track Name: Vogue
it hurts so bad
i forgot how ruffian and mean you are
thanks for bringin me back down to earth
but you're not allone,
it seems that that season shits tons of you guys
or am i just way too green-simple-hearted?
damn that vogue
i'm not here to fight
fed up, fuck this trend
why am i just latterly to keep afloat?
how did the pack drown in needless distrust?
dodge the bite reflex
it's hard to share stuff in angst and regression
i think you're fear biters. let's have some food.
- Track Name: The Spook
as a part of reproduction
one gets used to noisome customs
such as bringing onself down
can you hear the gatherers sigh?
he's running scared, i don't know why
is there a griffin on his back?
i just take the time it takes
he can go on agitating
who wants us to to take the pressure?
there is no conspiracy
as i am a lucky beggar
jaunty, spoiled and beastly smart
i can't resist my snotty view
but this one thing i know for sure
and i won't reconsider:
one mustn't blame a made-up spook
- Track Name: Rock, Shore, Shit
i am just a rock at any shore
lay there, gulls shit on me for decades
they can't imagine how i don't care about rush
slime will tell and waste makes waste
maybe sometime i may be grinded to fine sand
and drifted into your damn shoes
bothersome small stones in funny socks
making friends with your orifices
- Track Name: Pöwerwülf
steppin in late, i say hey, you just stare at the floor
hung over from the showcase last night?
pobably not, more likely you just finished working
put on your manimal leather, wanna feel like a man tonight
treat me bad, won't you be to polite, i don't like - no!
four-eye-dork, that's my name, push me 'round, i like that - yo!
- bright idea to bully/bother the soundguy ...
tell me stories 'bout how you hate these fags and me
for the glasses and the girlish way of talking
your band plays 50 minutes of dangerous music
'bout rape and pretending to hate something