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Intro
01:03
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The Kids Ain't Alt Right
00:54
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Das war schon immer so,
das war nicht wirklich weg.
Und jetzt wo's brennt,
tun doch Worte keinem mehr weh.
Das Publikum, es applaudiert sich selbst
und der Chor, er drischt Phrasen.
Und wenn sie dich fragen,
hast du von nichts gewusst.
Blickst zurück
auf ne unbeschwerte Zeit.
In Frieden, in Freiheit,
dein Frieden ist keine Freiheit.
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It has always been like that,
it hasn't really gone away.
And now that there' s a fire,
words don't hurt anyone anymore.
The audience, it applauds itself
and the choir, it pounds out phrases.
And when they ask you
you didn't know about anything.
You look back
To a carefree time.
In peace, in freedom,
Your peace is no freedom.
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With open arms I stand here denying you.
Contradictions are our casket nails.
Harmony disrupted by a smile.
I don't care where I lay.
You told me that everything was fine
but in the end there is nothingness.
Just leave me here where worms and rats will feast.
Leave me here. Don't waste a prayer.
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A Grim Heart
01:33
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Counting days, crossing out the numbers.
Waiting you get to know yourself.
The task is to choose the better way of suffering.
This fairytale becomes a nightmare.
This story's so pointless.
The solitude leaves a scar on the heart
that I throw before you.
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Interlude
01:39
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6. |
UMFU
01:25
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Verschlossene Türen und volle Gänge.
Stunde um Stunde mit Warten verbracht.
„Wer bist du und was soll das sein?“
Fratzen kalt wie Stein.
Dein Richter ist ein Stempel.
In der Hoffnung aufgebrochen, dass alles besser wird.
Doch hier findest du nichts außer Antipathie.
Du bist das ungewollte Kind und sie wollen dich nicht verstehen
und das wird auch so bleiben.
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Locked doors and crowded aisles.
Hour after hour spent waiting.
“Who are you and what is this?”
Grimaces cold as stone.
Your judge is a stamp.
Set out in the hope that everything will be better.
But here you find nothing but antipathy.
You are the unwanted child and they don't want to understand you
and it will always remain that way.
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___________
01:09
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Die Zeit heilt einen Scheiß.
Alles taub und nichts mehr schmeckt.
Die Löcher, die du reißt füllt, nichts mehr auf.
Ich will nicht, dass es morgen wird.
Denn ich will keinen Abschied nehmen.
Und gestern warst du doch noch hier.
Ich hab deine Stimme noch in meinem Kopf.
Sie sagen, das hier wäre für immer.
Doch am Ende da ist das nichts,
da ist kein Licht.
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Time doesn't heal shit.
Everything numb and nothing tastes anymore.
Nothing fills up the holes you tear.
I don't want tomorrow to come.
Cause I don't want to say goodbye.
And yesterday you were still here.
I still have your voice in my head.
They say this is forever.
But in the end there is nothing,
there is no light.
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8. |
boy town gun
02:01
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Take me to town and buy me a gun.
I find no comfort in my home,
just black and white,
just monochrome.
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