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Death Ceremony
04:02
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The symptoms: deep sleep, apathy, lethargy. A syndrome called life, a death ceremony. Like slaves, a broken spirit, the daily marching beat. Oppressed by monotony, vacant stares and emotionless faces. We fill the day, we fill another. Any step aside from the blue print causes sheer insecurity. All the good guys should know, won’t keep our efforts low. Law and order must fail. Autonomy’s not for sale. As long as our actions speak, reach every corner, one wrench removes the rust, will feed the fire in our hearts. Anytime, anywhere, feed the fire! Here come the sufferers and culprits at the same time. No more pity on anyone. It’s up to us to end this deep sleep. We kill the time, well-trained in patience. Rising up against this stillness seems like our very last chance. Rage! We can’t afford this. We can’t afford to sleep. I know there’s a breaking point, a silent thought that will make us leave. Question your actions, defy the corporate game! We can only change ourselves and get away from this disease. Get away!
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Generations
03:16
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We did not have to fight each other. We will not become the best of friends. Our story has been told, each moment from my view. I’ve spent most of my time to search, to crash and burn. Now that years have gone by my scars seem not to fade. All those rusty chains, they will never break. We cannot rewind life. Religion steals our time. Instead of letting go I try to find out why. Everybody searches for a meaning in their own life at some time. The choices we made, we’ll never know, where they might lead us, which ways we will go. The love we’ve never shared is the love we’ve never felt. We know the clock ticks fast, soon a new season ends. Few more years are left, left for us to live. Have we been killed before by this long freezing cold? A lack of empathy is indeed no one’s fault. We watch how time flies. More small talk and new lies. We are used to remain still, to sit and bear our pain, awaiting a new day, a new life, a new start. Another empty phrase told us to live for now. And we just sit and rot, dead still.
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Bitter End
02:59
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Saying good-bye is hard enough when we leave. All your troubles and sorrow soon to be replaced by grief. We are waiting, waiting for a new dawn. Can’t sit patient ‘till the night begins. And one more day, another brand-new start. And one more night, another bleeding heart. We all suffer with a cure in our own hands. We all struggle ‘till the bitter end. Chasing black clouds countless days, half of the nights. Mode of self-destruction, constant withering of life. Enough talking, talking to the same ghosts. Tired of thinking, sobriety stays outside. We all struggle until the end. Everyone knows what we want. Everyone sees what we need. Everyone seems to know what we want. Everyone seems to see what we need. Revive the past times. Fellas unite! And let’s claim we are alright, numb, awaiting. Try to relight a burned-out fire. We’re dead inside and we’re still waiting.
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Farewell Signs Germany
A group of friends, previously active in bands like Driving The Salt, Red Tape Parade or Bridges Left Burning, whose musical paths have crossed again after many years. Driven by the urge to create an outlet for these negative emotions by forging a contemporary blend of hardcore and punk, mixed with a decent dose of rock and metal, that is still as relevant as in their youth. ... more
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