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Yesno
03:04
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Some live their lives by a custom design.
And still this is not what they like.
You can't have one freedom twice.
You just see what you decide.
The flight, it requires a course.
The choice, it contains remorse.
Some only search if they know what to find.
When surprise is a charm for the mind.
Most of your life you try to make it right,
but it fascinates what you didn't try.
The effect, it requires a cause.
It's both right and false.
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2. |
Known Pleasures
02:45
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Our rooms we fill with pleasure until
the next fake need makes us proceed.
Hungry whole time, unsatisfied
with noise and lights that don’t enlight.
On feet of clay.
Red eyes, shoulders in cave.
Need to be entertained.
Our heads we fill. No wit nor will.
Implant desire and we are wired.
We try to keep to search for it.
How to be touched?
On feet of clay.
Red eyes, shoulders in cave.
Need to be entertained.
Filled with distraction,
blank fun and action.
Locked and untouched.
So much, yet not enough.
I was never enlighted,
I was never touched.
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3. |
Meander
02:21
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I'm on a fence.
I'm somewhere else.
No idea where.
But I don't care.
I'm on the fence.
And while I dance.
I'm quite aware,
I'm here and there.
To make a long story short,
I have no clue, but that's no fault.
To make a long, long story short,
I never reach a closing thought.
Some fight it.
Some try to hide it.
In the middle I'm divided
and I kinda like it.
Two chairs, I sit between them.
Will I go under?
My fence I won't abandon.
But I still wonder.
You don't question where you stand.
And I still meander.
Choose, not to choose.
I choose not to choose.
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4. |
Inner Haste
03:08
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No one can last,
no one can last,
no one can last,
everybody runs fast.
Can you see us haste in our daily race,
keeping pace with the things we chase.
We find ourselves amid a frozen lake.
We don't know, if it could ever break.
Caution or the ice can break.
Toe dancing on the edge of an icy lane/lake.
See the worlds under our glassy ground.
The ones that broke through, are never found.
No one can last,
no one can last,
no one can last,
everybody runs fast.
Hasting on an ice lake.
Wasting the best of our days.
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5. |
Mistakes
03:48
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He is the fastest horse in the carousel.
To have success is no surprise.
His mind stays tied to the special and the best.
Each mistake is just a need to optimize.
Need to recognize:
Mistakes are not admitted.
But I just want to be wrong.
Mistakes are not admitted.
But I just want to be wrong.
She disappears in a world that she designs.
In a peferct me, a perfect you and a perfect view.
Stepwise her routines built the ideal life,
while she tries, tries, tries to find something true.
Mistakes are strictly forbidden.
Mistakes are not forgiven.
No faults, no flaws, nothing’s wrong.
In any case.
Mistakes are not admitted.
But I just want to be wrong.
Mistakes are not admitted.
But I just want to be wrong.
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6. |
Shimmer
02:43
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A sudden gleam melted my knees.
Now I live inside a memory.
Want to find what I didn't seek.
Know the word but cannot speak (it).
Between the lines I try to read,
as difficult as it can be.
A sorted mind is luxury.
I'm chasing what is chasing me.
If I shall find the way out of my mind,
then leave a trail behind.
Shimmery eyes searching for a sign.
I'm so electrified.
And if I had a knife, I'd cut a hole into space and time.
If I shall find the way out of my mind,
then leave a trail behind.
Shimmery eyes searching for the sign.
I'm so electrified.
Shimmery eyes search for signs.
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7. |
Stroboscope
03:13
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Staring ceiling, a bad feeling.
Humming wires with no rhyme and no meaning.
Night's creeping, the heat's beating,
walls screeching, I can't hear myself breathing.
Everything's shut up.
I told them lights and words to leave,
I told myself things I don't believe.
I'd welcome dreams but they never come,
I'm always silent but never calm.
Starry ceiling, no more dreaming.
I hyperventilate this air that I’m breathing.
Dim shadows and desperate thoughts.
I'm going overboard like the night before.
Everything's shut up.
I told them lights and words to leave,
I told myself things I don't believe.
I'd welcome dreams but they never come,
I'm always silent but never calm.
I try to hide behind the curtain.
My eyes stay open until they’re hurting.
I force myself into the dawn
I'm always silent but never calm.
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8. |
A part apart
04:29
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I’m just a spectre. An underwhelming actor.
That tries to portray, yet doesn’t know what to say.
There’s a wall in my mind and I’m locked insinde.
Reach the train or it’s gone. I just want to belong
A part apart
A map with something drawn, that some place in this town has got a secret hiding. But I can’t read the writing.
I guess we already met. What you said I did forget.
And you don’t seem to mind. You leave, I’m left behind.
A part apart
Behind each door might be a wall.
I’m more and more a part apart.
A part of a scene.
Apart from being seen.
A part of a theme.
Apart from where I’ve been.
Behind each door might be a start.
I’m more and more a part apart.
Under radar I drift afar ’til I’m no more a part apart.
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Suspectre Frankfurt, Germany
Diffuse Punk from Frankfurt, Germany.
Markus - Bass/Vocals
Felix - Drums
Flo - Guitar/Vocals
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