they want you to lie
they want you to save
the devil in the sky


in this world made out of plastic
in this world build out of stone
things are looking drastic
humans cracking brothers bone

elastic laws and kings throne
make up richman´s tool
while they make us the fool

keep us satisfied
how crazy are we?
Not seeing the light
only ruled by tv

whatever needed,
seems we don´t like it
as we are comforted
by credits and high debts

yet
there is a chance,
if we all rise up
change our minds
no matter if they despise us

come on and raise your voice
it is on us to take the choice

Black is white and white is black
Oh lord, why cant we turn back
The hands of time, between the line
There lies my sorrow and pain
Hope you hear

Far across the sea, there is a land
Where presidents polluting the air
So that the people wont understand
and never care
But only two eyes make pair and see
Hope you face reality

There is a land, called America
Looking down from above on the sufferer
With hand made strong, but weak to help
Reloading  gun to round up wealth
And so they are seeking for their health

And in this land, called America
Are people willing for tribal war
They will never mind, simply blind
destruction is what we find

In another land, the people know
Understand have seeds to grow
Consisting just of love, and so this dove
will fly high to sky above

The stone


The stone that causes circles,
this is all I want to see.
Somebody drops it in the water
and will cause an angry sea.


And the movements taken further
To a nearly unknown shore
with a place you never heard of.
Let it run into your core.


Then turn this into a stone my friend,
let it be thrown into a lake.
Don´ t refuse, like flower bends with rainfall
For god´ s sake.


So the movements never ending
and will search for other seas.
Until everyone discovered
that what we need is peace


And now you call me terrorist,
because I’m throwing stones.
But you don´ t know what terror is
Just you had cracked the bones.

Oceans full of tears
have been shed
when mothers cried
the whole world slept
and fathers so upset
full of fears and doubt to fly
that time just passed on by

Rivers of pain floated
into the sea of blood
water foul of sickness and disagree
until it overturned so very loudly
that the govenor stated proudly

„Now it all comes to the end!
As flowers bend with rainfall
You cannot resist
Wtch the show!“

Disturbing advertisement of peace

Mothers keep on crying seas
that still are full of fears
and the world it has no ears
no eyes to see, no heart to feel
in mothers hearts embedded roses
will be dying in this world of steel

But the govenor chose this

„Advertisement needs an end!
Because the soldier need his hand
to load and fire, reload fire
to built a brutally hurting wire
so the unwilling enseated
cant leave the programme“

Otherwise he needed to get it off the station
but without some noise and pain
will there ever be a nation
glorious like ours, and gain
while the mothers dropping flowers?

Onto the fabricated plastic box
giving the last honour to her child

„Its a very special model, so
why had she cried?! Disturbing
the willing enseated mind refusers
she will bend their will, confuse us
We, that gloriously trodding on
the road of freedom!
To establish freedom means
to accept victims!“

Finally the question is
To whom does serve the system?

And the govenor again is stating proudly
like a schoolkid, loudly
to convince his teacher

„I know the answer!
Guess my preacher!“

„Well shout it right into the room.
Perhaps youre saved
and very soon we burried
the old enemies without doom
to finally establish peace!“

which will be a small bucket
filled with water hot as fire
to cool down a million souls

I work inside the mines of wisdom
And I am digging
To receive my salary
Called knowledge

They say that time is money
meaning power
And they say that I would waste
Well ain't that funny
Knowledge is power
You should come and have a taste

Define the word control for you
Which is the essence of power
Now you know what you re after
And you know now what's the hour

While you think I waste my time
Digging, thinking for myself
You try to buy control for you
Which is never ever true
You stock on the shelf

Someday your moneys gone
And plan wiped out
You only think you're strong
Don’t know what its about

Standing scared ina the corner

Let truth arrive and people dig
So no longer they get sick
To find way out of Babylon
The Iron soul is strong

cause no control and money
could ever buy me peace and joy,
while you keep on earning money,
there is so much to destroy

surely you control then
what has been lost forever
as it exists no longer
you think you get stronger

perhaps one day you come to know
you don’t feel safe by bribing brothers
while you don’t even know yourself
but try to know the others

You want to feel security
And therefore loose your soul
Only achieving vanity
And a bunch of gold

finally you cant buy heavens entrance
And what is worth your power
That all will be worthless
When there comes the final hour

Would you know to control your part
You knew what means security
But you playing only ***** card
While I will live in purity

Perhaps on earth I am the last
But look back into the past
The last will be the first
I am guided never coursed
So who can tell me this is worst