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I salute you Christopher

I salute you Christopher
I salute your life
How you played the dice

Your words will live in us
Timelessly insane
Explosive, fresh and wise

Some will just forget
Some will close their eyes
Some will turn the tide

I salute you Christopher
Whiskey raised and downed
You risked and you took the crown

Console yourselves
That a scientific death is better than a fairy tale
Of the eternal life
Control yourselves
Because the man in the sky is a tyrant and a lonely psychopath
Dreamed up to steal your minds

A horseman on a trial
A brilliant gentle wreck
With a brutal mouth for press

No submit, no compromise
Saint Christopher of the truth
And a destroyer of smoke screens and threats

They will learn to see in time
They will think before they refuse
The civilisation rules

I salute you Christopher
I declare you as our king
Or queen, depending on your mood

Music People

You wear your little smiles
With the decadence you suffer every night
All the glitter, all the luxury
But you belong to the industry, baby

The trials of your fame
And the boredom of your critical acclaim
In your wreckage of reality TV
You belong to the industry, baby

All you people
Music people
That don’t feel others
Don’t be afraid, we will remember you forever

I challenge you to think
To use the mouth that you abuse with to create
Or to disappear with dignity
Because you belong with the enemy

All you people
Music people
That don’t feel others
Don’t be afraid, we will remember you

Volatile Times

Look at me, what have I become?
I am lost I was once a gentleman
But the thief came out in my London town
So I must leave you now
But I will remember the ups and the downs

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times

Look at me in the apocalypse
My European guilt, expecting instant fix
I imagine all the brutal services
Of ancient infidels
Of all the wounded and the crying witches

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times

I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and Utopias
Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls
Filling their heavy hearts
With slum religion and Coca-Cola

Every book is read and I’m paralised
Every fist is clenched, but I’m so tired

Fire And Whispers

Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart
Break my patience
Corrupt my sacred art?
Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl
In my darkest mood
Through the private wars?
Will you stay…

Even when the drugs have gone?
For it won’t be long
Before I tumble
Turn into the anxious clown
That just just won’t come down

In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rockstar
But then promises don’t mean anything anymore

In the summer of 2005 was the correcting
Of excuses
Of our need to win
To ourselves we lied we could be the new beginning
Digging up treasures
Taking the time to love and to live and to sin
And you stayed…

Even when the drugs were gone
So I sing this song
To you on our island
Of never-ending poetry
It’s just just you and me

In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rockstar
But then rockstars don’t mean anything anymore

Dance With Me

I tried to see
To believe
But there was only greed, only greed

Dance with me on the white coal
Run with me through the flames

The bars of the cage
Will bend, but will remain
But there is always pain, there is always pain

Dance with me on the white coal
Run with me through the flames

Avalanches

We danced in the snow of a crystal December
In the dying of our souls, our bodies were the only answer
Drunken survivors of a Christian nation
Of the media and hate, the governments and slaves, oh

Avalanches of the violent disharmony
From the coma of OK have awoken me
In the cover-up of disgraceful abuses
Avalanches of the violent disharmony

Emotional tolls, ghettos and holes to remember
Of the poverty and frauds, the bullies and the ego-pretenders
So we danced in the snow, to the back of my GDR garden
In comedy delight, immoral and divine, oh

Avalanches of the violent disharmony
From the coma of OK have awoken me
In the cover-up of disgraceful abuses
Avalanches of the violent disharmony

Avalanches of the violent disharmony

Bernadette

You and me in our playhouse
Living in a veil
We never need to go without
Memories bring no joy or peace
We are alone
And all we need

Tuning out of the poison
Every waking day
Intolerance to overcome
Fortunes won by the boys with the guns
We are alone
Nowhere to run

Bernadette
You are my liberty
I celebrate the day
That you changed my history
Life and death
Will always lead you into love and regret
But you have answers
And I have the key
For the door to Bernadette

Winding down our emotions
Family and friends
Becoming ghosts to dream of and pass on
Time will erase every face every name
We are alone
No-one to blame

Bernadette
You are my liberty
I celebrate the day
That you changed my history
Life and death
Will always lead you into love and regret
But you have answers
And I have the key
For the door to Bernadette

Ghosts Of Utopia

You are haunted by the turmoil of your lifes
Walking circles
Crossing lines
And it is tearing up your souls, all this fury
Jumping hurdles
Just to abide

You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can hear you
This is psychosis
This is psychosis
This is a jigsaw blown apart

You are the ghosts of Utopia
You’re the conquered stars
The divided hearts
You are the ghosts of Utopia
You’re the miracle
Of America

Every time you learn, you don’t regret
All your hurting
All your debts
Because the wife and kids won’t help you to forget
The emergency
Of your secrets and your trash

You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can hear you
This is psychosis
This is psychosis
This is a jigsaw blown apart

You are the ghosts of Utopia
You’re the conquered stars
The divided hearts
You are the ghosts of Utopia
You’re the miracle
Of America

Commanded By Voices

I may walk the streets
But you are alive inside me
I’ve been holding on so long
Invader

Miracles, yes, I’ve seen
You are the strong, I am the weak
It’s raining and it’s so cold
Invader

Commanded
My name is the war on the 80 percent
By voices
My name is the void, collecting her rent
Commanded
My name is Fellini, my name is Chopin
By Voices
I will blow away with the dust, I know who I am

I may walk the streets
In bliss tainted misery
With the dope in you and the dagger in me
Invader

So watch, we self-implode
We car-crash on an empty road
Bound by our lust and our vulgar woes
We mock, we mirror

Commanded
My name is the war on the 80 percent
By voices
My name is the void, collecting her rent
Commanded
My name is Fellini, my name is Chopin
By Voices
I will blow away with the dust, I know who I am

Into Asylum

For the lovers of the evidence
And in the name of every heretic
Kick kick
Break up the dogma
And flush the toilet of this God shit
Kick kick

We can walk into asylum
Somebody throw out the life raft
Somebody hold on to it

Cold Red Light

They cover your mouths
When they poison your children
And everybody cries
But everybody’s with them
Do they give you what you want?

There’s a cold red light
And a cynical future
But your mind is in chains
And your body’s not the answer

Faith is not enough
Sex is not enough
Drugs are not enough
Love?

Black Daddy Bank Nazi
Is knocking at your door
You will always be the weak
You will always be the poor
But does he give you what you want?

There’s a cold red light
And a cynical future
But your mind is in chains
And your body’s not the answer

Starve Pray Hate Fuck Die

Oh Beautiful Town

I grew up blind just like everyone’s child
In the warmth of milk and deceit
Smothered by love and the chemical dust
There was never enough to believe

They chewed me up, they spat me out
Of their system and onto their street
And the rest of my life was a sprint to forget
All the greatness that could never be

Oh beautiful town
I remember you blacker than night
The whores and the sick-mouths
The bad taste and the neon lights
Oh beautiful town
Where are you now with your binge insecurities?
I shut you down, beautiful town
Because you tear your children
Into pieces

Absence twisted with fondness
Is the horror I couldn’t forget
Programmed in the great art
Of family, lies and debts

Too much expectation
Followed by hope and then hate in the mess
And the rest of my life was a glorious test
Of my will and my selfish neglect

Oh beautiful town
I remember you blacker than night
The whores and the sick-mouths
The bad taste and the neon lights
Oh beautiful town
Where are you now with your binge insecurities?
I shut you down, beautiful town
Because you tear your children
Into pieces

On the floor boards under insolent feet
I mapped the hopscotch to my parents’ retreat
With a lavender bag in my hand
And words of desperation on my tongue

Good night father, good night mother
Are you still awake?

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