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1. _ Rightful King
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2. _ Track 7
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3. _ Wars Only Wars [Long Version]
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4. _ Fax
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5. _ Paris
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6. _ Wars Only Wars
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7. _ End of the Night
Working clothes are getting colorful
Dirt gets less noticeable
Grey facades of stone shimmering in lust
Even the food is likable
We've got the lord to care for us
He blinds our eyes
In spite of it we fall
Coming at full speed
Our aim is to curse creation
This is us waiting for revenge
Cause of the eating of the apple
Pain for knowledge
I'm looking for what everybody is looking
For the wide glare of the day
We won't find under the roofs of our hell
My lies are lies clear like those of a child
That doesn't want to tell grey from grey
I feel like a vandal without morals out
In the dark
And I don't want to end it in a woman's arms
There are causes for everything
We love the morning and the unknowing betrayal
No heights under the rainbow
No excuses for fascination
The faller falls the faller falls
Through the empty hours of his lost obsession
Gestures of our lust go with the waking
Of a day
At the end of a night
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8. _ Dangerous
It's my game it's your game
No one knows what happens to us
It's your name it´s my name
No one wants to ask us again
Tired people are looking for their foolish
Side
Tired people that aren't able to speak
We try to play the awakened ones
Looking for the horizon that burns
It's your game it's my game it's your
Game
Don't believe that you took the right
Way
While you can´t have a look behind
Their masks
Against the fucking majority
Don't ask ´bout your task
Delicous turkeys were cooked for ministers
Serious crows are flying into their mouths
Real hard fought positions become
Angle dust
It's dangerous
It isn't your game it isn´t my
Game it´s their game
Pick'em up let'em fall down
It's my game to decide
How I best could leave myself
Or who should get the crown is golden
It´s made of our hearts
I imagine dancing with the fools
While you are looking for the foolish
Part inside of you
I imagine dancing with the fools but
I know
There is no dance at all
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9. _ Kinderlied
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10. _ Education
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11. _ Intro [Air]
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12. _ Extro [Air]
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13. _ Sometimes
Sometimes I'm drinking more than I would do
Lost my direction I don't know what I knew
Sometimes I'm thinking that we only were
Born for destruction
And then I know it isn't true
Sometimes I'm running far away
From all these empty lost years
Sometimes I'm proud about my roots
Sometimes I'm going to the future
I would like to live in
But then I'm sure there is no room
If you would ask me what you could do
Against your depressions
I'd answer you you have to drink
If you would show me all destructions
That are still around us
I'd give you glasses made in pink
If you would thank me for the many years
We are together
I would ask: hey who are you?
If you would tell me something 'bout
The time when I'm a grandpa
I'd take you to where crosses grow
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14. _ Old Indian
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15. _ Pause
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