Bricks & Fire

Goliath and Holofernes have both lost their heads, because someone had the guts to stand up to them.

Cardinal Direction

As one of the last remaining
That knows how it feels to stare at the ceiling
We only know humiliation by bad TV shows
I share a tear for boredom, an extincting feeling

Here is something special for you son, a closet full of bones
You ask yourself why we refuse?
Why we are dressed as the apocalypse?

Be callouse with the weak
But even more rigorous with your own creed
You stay half moon
As we watch their skinless scheme
Playing the drums of Untergang
Untill they bite their golden spoon
We stay monks and nouns

You ask yourself why we refuse?
Why we are dressed as the apocalypse?
Isn’t it obvious?
You made freedom and prosperity a fucking promise!

Those who build fences
Are the same that think humans are too expensive
They say history is written by the winners
I say trading salvation into blood makes them sinners

Of shading weaknesses

When the hellhounds have their Potpourri
You’ll see the red of the morning, when you drown in their guts

On your knees and popp some Vitamine b’s
Fuck you
I wanna leave
Fuck you
I wanna leave
And have my peaceTheir worse, is your best
Their worse, is your best

The scapegrace leaves the nest
What you see is what you read
Escapist

And when you step out of the light
There is no turning back to this
The last time you saw reality
Degenerated epiphany

Hello, hello
You’re talking to a piece o‘ shit
I should recognize that you treated it
Put it in a plastic bag and took it with
The hellhounds appreciate it

There is nothing to change, nothing to form
Only the horizon bends, when you relieve your eyes from your hands
Forgiveness is for humans, but redemption for the clueless
Forgiveness is for humans, but redemption for the clueless
Show me what forgiveness is

Hello, hello
You’re talking to a piece o‘ shit
I should recognize you treated it
Put it in a plastic bag and took it with
The hellhounds appreciate it

What should I say?

I don’t trade indulgence
To be a scavenger is my delinquency
What should I say?
I’m a bottom-feeder
The snarling basterd
Of a carrion eaterNow you can spit out, what is your weakness?

Mole

Hold on

Here is a trace of me

I never tried to speak the same language

There is a fear for condolonces, I try to vanquish

Here me out

My thoughts play hide and seek

How, but how could I describe the feeling for a blue sky

When we do not use the same eyes

So I digg into the earth

Searching for my words