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I can't remember where I was born. I woke up on this island, surrounded by silence.
One black tree has grown up over me. And as long as it is dead there's no hope for me ahead.
The branches of the crown, are already hanging down. Brittle and rotten, so afraid to be forgotten.
Somehow I'm shackled inside the roots. I feel like I'm a wreck unable to move.
Where is the bridge to escape this, escape this...
Waterstream of silence. This river can't be crossed.
I have to leave this island, I realise I'm lost.
Riverflow's too strong, hopeless I'm sinking down.
Trying to swim was wrong, but the bridge was never found.
I always get driven back to my island, this is the only thing what's in my hand.
No single raindrop and no light, can revive the dead black tree to life.
And building a bridge from dead, wooden planks, represents my death, the very last prank.
There is a storm around my head, swallowing every motherfuckin' word I ever said.
Where is the bridge to escape this, escape this...
Waterstream of silence. This river can't be crossed.
I have to leave this island, I realise I'm lost.
Riverflow's too strong, hopeless I'm sinking down.
Trying to swim was wrong, but the bridge was never found.
When you've got scars, it means the wounds have healed, you see?
But what if incisions damaged the innerlife in me?
Waterstream of silence. This river can't be crossed.
I have to leave this island, I realise I'm lost.
Riverflow's too strong, hopeless I'm sinking down.
Trying to swim was wrong, but the bridge was never found.
Without a bridge, this river can't be crossed.
I really gave my best, but I'm already lost.
Now the tree gets sawn, the pieces I throw away.
Right into the flood. But the memories, they will remain.
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Empathize
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As fast as you can make new friends,
as fast they realise it makes no sence.
You are talking yourself into trance
and don't realise that you can't break the fence
to loyalty, to the truth, to honesty. Climb the roof,
and always jump down again.
Never got the thought of ringing at the door and when
you tried to read the bell sign,
what supposed to say "a friend of mine",
you can't even decipher that,
you don't even care about that.
You just enrich yourself with that,
and you don't give a fuck that your heart ist dead.
Dead. Your heart is dead. Dead. Your heart is dead.
You can't even decipher that.
You don't even care about that.
You just enrich yourself with that.
And you don't give a fuck that your heart is dead.
You never try to empathize
with these guys screaming for affection.
Getting lost without connection.
And inside their minds it just goes like...
I don't feel wanted, please don't release me
into this cruel world. I feel discarded by you.
You provide things that you don't own.
You suppose things that you can't hold.
You deny things that you should do.
But in the end, the motherfucker who never fails is you.
As fast they see you just pretend,
as fast you realise you need no friends.
You better like disappointing some hope,
until your victims suffocate in a rope.
You tried to read the gravestone,
where legibly is written "died in the lone",
you can't decipher that,
you don't care 'bout that.
You just enrich yourself with that,
and you still don't give a fuck that your heart is dead!
Dead. Your heart is dead. Dead. Your heart is dead.
you can't even decipher that,
you don't even give a fuck 'bout that.
You just enrich yourself with that,
and you don't give a fuck that your heart ist dead.
I don't feel wanted, please don't release me
into this cruel world. I feel discarded by you.
You provide things that you don't own.
You suppose things that you can't hold.
You deny things that you should do.
But in the end, the motherfucker who never fails is you.
You provide things that you don't own.
You suppose things that you can't hold.
You deny things that you should do.
But in the end, the motherfucker who should fail is you!
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Three Nil Three Nordenham, Germany
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