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they all emerged one by one
hoping for freddom but there is none
see the men in uniform
they send you out to fight the storm
look up in the charcoal sky
want to see the sun before you die
so please tell me what happened here
all the love is replaced by fear
an unknown soldier without a face
went back home in a wooden case
he was a hero for just one day
now his body floats in the bay
they only wish to forget
all they can do is regret
so please tell me what happened here
all the love is replaced by fear
chorus:
let past matter fade to shadows
our future shall begin
when we are walkind down the meadow
we will deplore all our sins
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Now the race is on the run
So look out for your man
Try to catch him in the woods
And kill him if you can
Come on play the game
And catch the man
This is your aim
So do what you can
Now the race is on the run
So look out for our girl
Try to catch her in the woods
And rape her if you can
Come on play the game
And catch the girl
That is your aim
So do what you can
chorus:
I see with the eyes of the hunter
No one can escape
I am a devil of a gunman
For you it is too late
Chorus
Now the race is on the run
I am looking out for you
I'll catch you in the woods
And kill you if we meet
Come on play the game
And fight for life
This is the game
Where I will survive
Chorus 7 times
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bombed ruins form the skyline
burnt places - all around
people trading their possessions
a keepsake for some bread
crowded trains full of people
remindful of a cattle transport
families get separated
on the way to their new homes
still the children search for cover
when they hear the airplanes
their bags are always packed
just with dolls, books and pencils
the first black men they ever saw
were among the foreign soldiers
some of them were really kind
bringing food and sometimes sweets
no more sirens in the night
which made you run into the basement
no more fear of foreign soldiers
who came to search the house
it is the summer of fourty-five
black-market dealers are in the streets
but we all feel so alive
now we get again what we need
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Der Mensch als Traum - nicht Wirklichkeit
Gedankengänge kontrolliert
Das Du im Ich in Raum und Zeit:
Gefühle noch einmal installiert
Dekaden voll Abnormität
Verstand, ein Feind des Ichs
Die Ewigkeit ein dunkler Feck
Dein Herz zerfällt für mich
Wohin führt uns dieser Krieg
Voll Schmach und Grausmamkeit
Selbstverachtung ein Leben weit
Gefangen in Maschine Zeit
Dies is der Preis für Ehrlichkeit
Pein - die Wunde der Vergangenheit
Falsche Moral, kein Ideal
Das Zeichen des Greuels in Wort und Tat
a transmission though time and space
right into the core of my heart
a message sent by machines of time
a prophecy of a new start
the total collapse of our past
disappearance of morality
the old time tunnel will explode
for new life in infinity
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I look toward the ocean see reflections on the water
A glossy illumination of the city lights
Far out in the waves is the shape of a whale
Hear it singing its old song like it has always done
It was just a dream which comes and goes
As do the old seasons while the wind still blows (x2)
Open the door, step outside
Walk on the frozen ground
Look in the sky - a grey cloud
Winter is still around (x2)
It will take a hundred years waiting for the summer
And no one just yet knows if we'll hear the whales again
Nuclear winter covers the world for almost twenty years
All what we own are dreams and hope for the next generation
Open the door, step outside
Walk on the frozen ground
Look in the sky - a grey cloud
Winter is still around(x2)
It was just a dream which comes and goes
As do the old seasons while the wind still blows(x2)
Open the door, step outside
Walk on the frozen ground
Look in the sky - a grey cloud
Winter is still around(x2)
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the sea was calm
and the night was hot
we wer staying under deck
when the first boat shot
no suprise to us
that it hit us not
we were drinking under deck
when the second boat shot
the third boat loaded weapons
before its cannon shot
we were dancing under deck
when the fourth boat shot
we never will be hit
led by the hand of god
we were sleeping under deck
when the next one shot
the wind blew hard
and the sea was rough
we were laughing under deck
when the last one shot
aboard our ship
down to the sea
we'll always be safe
god set us free
we seize upon the enemy
we win the fight
we're supposed to win
because we have this right
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somewhere down in mother Russia
they make plans to take the world
thousands of veiled secrets
hidden deep inside their rooms
with all their special agents
trying to fool each other
each side wants to be the smartest
in this abnormal war
but you always have to hear
both sides of the story
it isn't just one country
which we have to blame
I can go on with these stories
until the last one is bored
but ignorance and stupidity
will survive forever
spy versus spy
is the name of the game
when we are all left
there is no one to blame
getting the power
is the aim of the game
lying to each other
all for the fame
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ten miles above the landscape
I can watch the stars
power plants and city lights
illuminate the night
I must keep going on
now I've reached the sea
I feel that I'm too far above
to hear the torrid waves
suddenly the landscape changes
I fly through buring clouds
one hundred miles an hour
I'm going down
underwater I travel onward
sinking toward the ocean floor
the light fades out very slowly
on the way down to hell
I see my life in front of me
it all floats by my inner eye
from my birth until now
I can't help but wonder why
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thinking nad learning
calcuating and computing
reading, memorizing
talking and apologizing
3D and efficient
appraising this attitude
four steps, comprehend?
here is nothing to include
brain dead no excuse
leaving a useless shell
control of the system
only with your mind
acting without moving
illustrating without speaking
turning into transforming
your body into mind
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see it emerge from the ocean depths
its dull black eyes staring into yours
without fear it confronts you
as it did before the dawn of man
overpopulation is a threat to mankind
they always depended on the same food
some may call it controlled resources
just another phrase for extinction
deep in the forest they are still alive
a tribe as old as mankind
isolation has kept them alive
never heard of any disease
high tech gives us some control
revealing even the latest secret
we can't step back we've gone too far
is much to late for revelation
the last will not know that he is the last
only we will mourn his loss
his massive dead body cut into pieces
left dying on the moss
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