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porcelain – the lyrics


procession

(no words)

concrete


drifting between water and air
beyond the frames of life
the sky is upside down

silence is more silent here
in sleep is when you don’t dream
catch the flame – touch the fire
sail into another existence

(c:)
don’t,
don’t question what is right or wrong
don’t
don’t turn what’s upside down around, no
don’t
don’t wave the white flagg to the world

born into a maze
wake up – can’t remember why
i see the world with different eyes

a word – a trace
a trap – arrest
a hundered years struggling ‘round in labyrinths
tell me you belive, we could make this disappear

(c)
a million lost souls – a million sold
a million’s crippled – their perishable souls


e (I. incure – II. dream)


where do you come from – you creatures on my wall
where do you come from
death

where would you take me if i should fall asleep
where would you take me
don’t fall asleep


sphere


this is blood – this is pain
participating in a war – this battle here, a suicidal game
this is blood – taste the pain
smell the fear of hostile blood in this wide open killingfield

(c:)
they tie you up – they’ll make you sleep
then make you dream and then drag you down again
feed you bitter fruits – bite the bitter truth
they’ll touch your skin – they’ll touch your mind
then wake you up and then drag you down again
a taste of beauty of life itself

this is blood – this is pain
afraid of waking up from sleep,
to a world where everything’s surreal
taste this blood – feel the pain
of a warrior who’s lost his weapon,
just waiting for it all to end

nearing the end
nearer – nearer
nearing the end
the end of the world

this is blood – this is pain
the bleeding hearts are falling victims
on this stage – playing obscene games
drink this blood – taste the pain
the truth is strange when it hits a stranger
who’s a stranger to himself

(c)


first snow
(on the run pt I)


oh, little runaway – oh, little girl
the moon shine so bright tonight
the moon can’t keep you warm

come closer – come further in
snowflakes falling – on bare naked skin

(c:)
all you’ve got is you, now – and i
i’m your shelter – i am hospitality
all you’ve got is you, now – and i
i will be the light – through dark, cold nights

the cold – the dark night
only waiting for first light
come follow me now, my little girl
you’ll get shelter in my underworld

oh, little runaway – barely seventeen
now, lend me your frail hand
i’ll guide you through tonight

(c)
(it is happening again – it is happening again)


red room

(no words)

dark, blue streets
(the run pt II)
(no words)

in court of divinity


spinning around this wooden figure on a cross
spinning around this wooden figure on a cross

(c:)
in the corner of their eyes
they see him going under
they just turn their heads around
and leave for god to decide

spinning around this wooden figure on a cross
spinning around this wooden figure on a cross

- meek
blessed are the meek

wandering around in nomansland – pleading answers
receving cold eyes – only cold shoulders
“he sees you eating in the garden of eden”
“he sees the fire in your tearstained eyes”
“this is not a kind of sanctuary - housing hypocrisy and traitors”
“the unfaithful shall be swallowed by a lonely insecurity”
“thus they suffer - those who trespass against us”

(c)
he’ll decide
he’ll decide for all