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Mecki Willobac (Demo)
03:09
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And he told to come back but his shadow was a puppet swaying back and forth like the bait to the fish swaying back and forth. Blankly I stare onto the plank wish for leaks to earn water. No weight on the line pulls me onto ground. There’s no weight on the line.
As he told to come back tonight our banquet went wild. But no crossed mountain could feet our thirst and we fell asleep.
But he told me the truth: In my lids he’s still in pursuit. He’s drawing closer to them how I feel numb! He’s drawing closer to me. Still I’m cold lower my limbs the route’s already broken. The bulk is my plank that I’m used to walk. The bulk is my plank!
Faked friends forced to read my lips and I was supposed to kwon that we wouldn’t meet again.
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Butzke (Demo)
04:40
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This ugly light bulb took my heart. Those filthy sun rays haven’t you seen them yet? This dirty stripe light runs through my limbs. The broken filament still flickers to the beat. Mirrors crack as we share heart attack. What we have is fear. A flood of light into us deleting our eyes. Always when I’m on the trail I can touch the sky.
You shook my head to hide me from my pillow. You shook my head to take away the fear. We swam so far between these growing light tubes. We swam so far till our feed called us weird.
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Same Same (LIVE Demo)
03:37
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All the months of get off are no more than buckled lines. The appetite of my arms always made me blind. When I put my relaxed feet from the couch onto the ground. I know it’s just the same feel, the same taste in my mouth.
So I strain the sunlight for my eyes to have a good view for coffee and a nice time. Relishing the smell of spues made of cotton and Chinese sweat. Today I could fall in love with the next charming back. Ambling threw the streets framed by mug shot cabinets as well as smiles of tough guys like mine. I’m detached of togetherness.
But my endurance is not longer than these fucked up chair legs. My clearance is just a kind of empty space.
Where’s the sensation? Where is the crack? Where are you?
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Faith Fool (LIVE Demo)
04:02
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As the steel drum told us that cupper’s the healing that we should not ignore till we write love songs.
But my fore head replied: “To cure we still need gold”. The vaccine never touched my arms, but broke my neck.
And my head seemed so plein he always tried to drain in. He’s seen the worst, he’s seen the worst inside my head. And he seemed so, so close what I admired the most. He’s seen the worst, he’s seen the worst inside my head.
In the effect of sense we trust: No need to!
Feelings make us sing: No need to!
Self-appealing art to swim: No need to!
Yelling with the crowd: No need to!
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Artificial (LIVE Demo)
03:49
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