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Your Lips, The Blood, Her Sparkling Eyes

by Element Void

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1.
High life in the city of death With firearms, but no guitars, with bumper cars, in defense of God. Maybe his first laugh, maybe her last. Take a swan ride, no one will get hurt. Nice try - but we don’t buy it. Think we are scared? We deny it! A pot being watched sometimes boils. High life in the city of death. Queer life in the city of death, girls’ lives in the city of death, kids’ lives in the city of death…it’s free life. High life in the city of death. It's free life. Lords of torment know their craft best. Humanity - how to put it to rest. Sit back and watch our children play here at the fairground, the execution site.
2.
You are America You’re sick and tired of nothing. Got a handful, full of anything. Welcome to the show. You’re America. Welcome to the show. This is your life. Welcome to the show. It’s for the audience and for ourselves, not for the market, not for the sales. It’s hard to find the right terms when you have nothing to say. Anger ain’t artificial, sincerity not lame. We take a sip and laugh, while we turn down that game. It’s for the audience and for ourselves, not for the market, not for the sales. When money calls your name, you might catch a glimpse of fame. Every single part of your body keeps on moving with a mind so static and a sound so stale. You will not defy. You won’t even try.
3.
Delusion of the architect I assume now that freedom of speech has been drowned, at least watered-down, unforced passion is nothing without artistic expression, a failed ego-state. How does it feel to stand with your back to the wall? The wall that you’ve built. You keep trying so hard just to catch the light. And you draw while you defend your rights. Those blisters are spreading fast on your lips; I swear that I’ve seen them before. Your eyes might be swollen. Your wings are not broken. Your service keeps going. Still not building a grey box as you plan, draw, set your plans on fire. Delusion, delusion. A notion of failure.
4.
Terrain, terrain Terrain, terrain - we’ve tried in vain to save ourselves. Terrain, terrain - ran out of fuel, no parachutes. Terrain, terrain - speaking of fly by sight. Terrain, terrain - there is no weather forecast. Being a good guy - it was never meant to be for me. Being a cool guy always felt so wrong. Terrain, terrain - radio traffic must be dead. Terrain, terrain - attitudes are quiet now. Terrain, terrain - seems like we took the best. Terrain, terrain - the rest out of that engine. Wait a second! Is it just too late? This machine was not built to last that long. And as obvious as it seems… Pull it up, pull it up…Now! Reality check is near. Pull it up, pull it up…Quick! Sure, death is hard to swallow. And as obvious as it seems we crashed into the ground: Helpless, relentless, shameless.
5.
Hey, modern days! Unity, not just a phrase. The truth was not a lie and youth was still alive. Right away we knew who’s fake. Freedom was our choice. Hey, modern days! Gender was defined, all politicians lied. Hey, modern days! Every day, we deceive ourselves. Who else knows the facts? Whose attitude is right? We succeeded and we failed, never had regrets. We showed strength in numbers, friends were plain to see. The media distorts the truth, no one called us a fool. Hey, modern days! We obviously dislike the ways you live your lives. Hey, modern days! Congratulations! Now you’ re part of the majority that you once fought. The prejudiced majority. Your golden years are dead and so will be your legacy as tradition dies. You and just yourself are the real enemy.
6.
Number 6 04:00
Number 6 We’ve taken a shot - keep running fast in circles. We’re not supposed to be part of your revolution. Time to wash away the blood, your blood, on our hands. We still love and we will leave this ugly kid grown old. There’s dirt in the game - our brushes wipe it clean. No one shall dare to ask when there’s a God-made plan. Intrusive thoughts are still the most productive thoughts. It’s song number 6 - this ain’t your dancing song. Not in this very moment, not in the night to follow. A precious tune in your imagination. Maybe for us, maybe just some more chords. Hold tight! Tonight, I might leave it.
7.
Imitation of imitations I know your secret. Stay cool! I won’t tell anyone. You and me, we carry that name. Do we even look the same? Radio makes no sound. Algorithm makes the sound. TV makes no sound. Media makes the star. It’s been a dry spell. Human memory works so bad. Do I still remember that there’s something missing? It must have been a while since I’ve seen her sparkling eyes. Tonight, you shine so bright speaking to your people. Imitation of imitations, still nothing new. Weak translations, no transformation. Maybe I’m lenient Maybe I’m just polite. Maybe I wanna scream. Maybe I ‘m old and tired.

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released March 27, 2023

Uli E: Drums
Patrick: Vocals
Tom: Guitar, Vocals
Uli F: Bass
Mane: Guitar, Vocals

Recorded and mixed by M.A.
Cover by Patrick

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