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of balance & contrast (leider nur) live im Proberaum eingespielt (Feb. 2003)...auf Grund der hohen Nachfrage nun komplett online! Der Song soll zur Orientierung unseres styles nach dem DDP-Demo dienen...reifer - technischer - song orientierter...das ist was wir denken - so what do you think?
another edge grows closer pushing you, a colour eats another...unveiling you...
keep off the line and kill the wish, decline. And feel the stiches itch - everything a single time...another world will redefine. This ain't the way it's used to be. Nothing repairs quite eventually. So go ahead. If 50 are wrong - let 50 be right. The game is set - still the concept lies... keep off the line and kill the wish, decline. And feel the stiches itch - everything for 1 more time...another world will redefine. THIS ONE IS OF BALANCE AND CONTRAST.
All my colours leave. And the lines fade away... 1 single truth shows it's face...of balance and contrast - get equal with yourself. Untie your 2nd soul - don't let a distance grow.
When the hole seems darker, and the balance goes. Another friend betrays you, and the contrast grows... search for balance everyday, mask it while it's "hot" they say, contrast grows if time makes way - make them listen - make them pay.
When a close friend dies...it's hard to understand the way, of a fate that's tied - to our own lives - there's no god, so stop to worship shit...you can't rely on nothing...NOTHING.
Keep a fine line during your lifetime...enjoy your highs and lows before an absence grows...and takes...takes over to drag you down -your head held low.
It takes...it takes...to drag you (just somewhere else than now...)
Call this a density of 100 percent, another word for life is wishing. If every wish gets granted and all your scars do heal...well then it's over...keep off the line and kill the wish, decline. And feel the stiches itch - everything for one more time...
impulses come to me, say friend...at which rate will we all be lost - dead end. I seek the sun - within I'm done, say friend...
where's balance - where's contrast - where's god? Who kills a second time? WHO'LL SHUT THIS MOTHERFUCKING HOLE? When the hole seems darker...and the balance goes, another friend dies on you...and the contrast grows... search for balance everyday, mask it while it's "hot" they say, contrast grows if time makes way - make them listen - make them pay....
but I'm no saviour. I won't be preaching. I still have questions to ask...I can't be teaching. You have to fight for your goals - to seek power...VICTIMISE WORLDS.
Searching for balance - carve your way...but if you still don't get...well then...
...then come here - come to me - i've got it all...here's some balance - want some contrast? I GUESS I'LL SELL YOU EVERYTHING
keep off the line and kill the wish, decline. And feel the stiches itch - everything a single time...another world will redefine. This ain't the way it's used to be. Nothing repairs quite eventually. So go ahead. If 50 are wrong - let 50 be right. The game is set - still the concept lies... keep off the line and kill the wish, decline. And feel the stiches itch - everything for 1 more time...another world will redefine. THIS ONE IS OF BALANCE AND CONTRAST.
All my colours leave. And the lines fade away... 1 single truth shows it's face...of balance and contrast - get equal with yourself. Untie your 2nd soul - don't let a distance grow.
When the hole seems darker, and the balance goes. Another friend betrays you, and the contrast grows... search for balance everyday, mask it while it's "hot" they say, contrast grows if time makes way - make them listen - make them pay.
When a close friend dies...it's hard to understand the way, of a fate that's tied - to our own lives - there's no god, so stop to worship shit...you can't rely on nothing...NOTHING.
Keep a fine line during your lifetime...enjoy your highs and lows before an absence grows...and takes...takes over to drag you down -your head held low.
It takes...it takes...to drag you (just somewhere else than now...)
Call this a density of 100 percent, another word for life is wishing. If every wish gets granted and all your scars do heal...well then it's over...keep off the line and kill the wish, decline. And feel the stiches itch - everything for one more time...
impulses come to me, say friend...at which rate will we all be lost - dead end. I seek the sun - within I'm done, say friend...
where's balance - where's contrast - where's god? Who kills a second time? WHO'LL SHUT THIS MOTHERFUCKING HOLE? When the hole seems darker...and the balance goes, another friend dies on you...and the contrast grows... search for balance everyday, mask it while it's "hot" they say, contrast grows if time makes way - make them listen - make them pay....
but I'm no saviour. I won't be preaching. I still have questions to ask...I can't be teaching. You have to fight for your goals - to seek power...VICTIMISE WORLDS.
Searching for balance - carve your way...but if you still don't get...well then...
...then come here - come to me - i've got it all...here's some balance - want some contrast? I GUESS I'LL SELL YOU EVERYTHING
