| In a vaporous world — an appearance so bright
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| Where the people are blurred and hard to visualise
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| In inscrutable lands with asynchronous time
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| We are living alone and still dehumanised
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| In invisible realms just sporadically clear
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| See us huddled in peace so inconspicuously
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| In a region of mind where comparisons fail
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| We are leading our lives …
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| Different faces on the other side in our artificial paradise
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| In a world full of fates and illusions — do you see them?
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| Through emotional states — with a mask made of ice
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| Where the bridges yet fade and where the tears have dried
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| Here the values have changed with the light, actually pale
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| Here we’re leading our life …
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| Different faces on the other side in our artificial paradise
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| In a world full of fates and illusions do we see them?
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| Here — you can believe me! |
| — yeah, here the world is made of gold with promises
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| so bright
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| Here it is so easy and here we just forget ourselves that´s why we feel alright
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| Here — we can´t deny it! |
| — yeah, here we close our eyes and keep the distance
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| day and night
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| Here — why should we hide it? |
| — yes, here we can enjoy the time and rather feel
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| alright
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| Here we’ll keep our secrets — yeah, here’s the land of milk and honey where the
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| spirits fly
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| Here — without a regret — yes here we drink our souls and though we flee we
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| feel alright
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| Suddenly for a short glimpse of time — did you realise?
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| Full of life — so sincere!
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| Suddenly from the glance and the warmth in those eyes
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| And the answer was so clear
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| Faces within a cold, they rise — Breaking the envelopes of ice
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| See how the silhouettes of life finally fade…
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| Evacuate identities until we leave us incognito
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| Without pain but gradually we vanish in insensitivity
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| Naturalised narcotic dreams they supersede us numb and restless
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| Paralysed cosmetic queens within a surgical and stiff parade
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| Like jigsaw pieces try in vain to release our face, but we hide the trace to
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| please
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| With an apathy — the wish to increase isolation in an irritating clean and an
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| oh so gracious anonymity!
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| So there are no surprises in a space full of lies too cold — just erase
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| The hope to fight hypocritical ideas, to release the feelings we need to escape
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| our fucking precious anonymity!
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| What do we keep in our heads? |
| What do we need in our minds?
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| Will we succeed and regret or will we become dumb and blind?
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| Emphasise eventually our superficial generation
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| Affluent society may — without doubts — tend to neglect their force
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| Decadence, mistrust and pride begin to drown our civilisation
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| But human on the other side and rather individual, indeed
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| Like jigsaw pieces try in vain to release our face, but we hide the trace to
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| please
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| With an apathy — the wish to increase isolation in an irritating clean and an
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| oh so gracious anonymity!
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| So there are no surprises in a space full of lies too cold — just erase the
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| hope to fight hypocritical ideas, to release the feelings
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| We need to escape our fucking precious anonymity!
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| What do we keep in our heads? |
| What do we need in our minds?
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| Will we succeed and regret or will we become dumb and blind?
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| Do we see them? |
| Do we see the other side?
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| Do we see them? |
| Do we know what we deny? |