clean

the story is the same and I hate it
supposed to be the turning point if everybody made it
so morally superior you force the better lives.
clean arguments don’t render a personal choice
no you’re not those party gods like you said before
you thought that it was precious, so did I
your happy moral lies make it almost acceptable
to me alternatives aren’t rules
and life is way too rigid only to be endured
no you’re not those party gods like you said before
no you’re not those party gods like you said before
and I can’t hear it anymore
you got your eyes wide open, we don’t make the rules
you ought to know by now and deep inside you know it

ornament

welcome to the mouth of war who knows how to make amends for
the damages that aren`t realized in this device
no sense of guilt, nobody ever will, no fucking stone can fill
the time for compansation`s up, but when did it start?
Build up your protection way down in deception
draw a line means the same to me, defuse german history
all applause is gone
death is a master and we know where he comes from
build up your protection way down in deception
why should someone forgive – never forgive
what have you made
what have you made , an ornament and who fucking cares
what have you made , an ornament and who fucking cares
you craved it all, an ornament and who fucking cares
what have you made , an ornament and who fucking cares

there goes the neighbourhood

died the daylight when compulsion prevailed
or was surrender always the language of uniformity
I guess we’re all dead
where does it come from the trust relied upon
guess what is the reason to set at stake
one’s own parade and play it safe
go confirm what your government says
reassure that they rip you off at least everyday
died the daylight when compulsion prevailed
or was surrender always the language of uniformity
I guess we’re all dead
feels so good to be recorded statistically
as you choke up reason
their labour force, their racist source, true loyalties
this is what I see, this is what I see
at least you could say no

monday morning headhunt

unknown name, don`t utter – not to anyone
unknown frame to anyone
unknown name, don’t utter – not to anyone
unknown frame, won’t matter – not to anyone
you`re so free, to what degree, when arrogance erupt in me today
when the majority screams for the gallows and just can feel the truth
time – I knew you`d never learn, going blind but going on
While you wither in the cast of true domination, not to anyone
Distinction is needed more
Hate is in the air, has the protest flame become
a reactionary firework, not to anyone

games

what would you like to play?
what I knew from the start the fun don’t last for me
missed the point of nearly everything (you said)
and I don’t know what to say when considering the decay
of long-time dedication on our way
ready? I’m not ready cause I remain silent, slow, conform
condemned, compete for the friends who need nothing
and honestly I wish to be alone to think and suffer for myself
I’m so poor at giving in
in this coward-game, can’t someone else begin
I’m so poor at giving in and you fucking like it no more
Rethink how we got so far, forgotten who we are
set all the habits free, everything poisened for me
what would you like to play?
It’s too late to kick me out

discussion steps

a smack on my hand that hurts, apparently foretold
wanted to remind me of my words but you fucked up the quote
who are you to critizise
why make a difference at all
why make a difference when distinction is impossible
just when you reach the edge of another step
witches burning you hypocrite
childish narratives come up, don’t you admit?
just when you reach the edge of another step
affected rules to violate
breach of trust that you might regret in your discussion state

vaterländer

Steh neben dir im kampf um toleranz
Du kannst schreien wenn es wichtig ist
wann wird denn alles besser? Wann hört alles auf?
Bestimmt nicht hier
Krieg der kritik, diese welt dein bester freund
Richtig wird was zusammenhält
zu klein um laut zu denken, moralisch konvertierte Vaterländer
mensch ist gleich mensch, nicht national,
(nur) wenn er weiß wo er hingehört
Ein paar grenzen wollen alle, nur für den fall das…
Dran Glauben allein reicht nicht aus. Du bist hier zu haus.
Wo du doch helfen willst und sie noch nicht störst
wo willst du hin
Und die frage bleibt die gleiche, Wie hältst du es mit den Massen?
Protest ist im ernstfall gewollt. Du schreist für dein volk
In einem heimatfilm den ihr selber dreht
Da draussen, die rassistische welt, die, die dich will,
der du in den arm fällst, auch ohne ausland
Der fremde, das boot und die Angst nicht alles zu sehn
zwischen (hier) parteiverbot und (dort) hungersnot
denn aus unrecht wird nicht einfach so recht, ihr macht es dazu

hausgemacht

Zwei dinge gelernt, kaum schau ich weg, brennt alles ab
Die dummheit ist ein abgrund der mich in die tiefe zieht

block

Blind fold, an accident, chrushed his back, bound to death
it’s a consciously wrong decision, sadistic home
deportation air, two hundred crimes, they all looked away
last mistake – that’s not quite what you expected
self-pity is all you have
welfare atrocities, had you forgot that authorities
in the absence of better reason want you down
police`s daily routine evens out society’s flaws
last mistake – that’s not quite what you expected
now you do time – not quite what you expected?
no shame, arbitrary death
behaved like our guideline said
the exception of official
murder won’t question anything. nothing