Ira
Album • 2011
These are the arms... Wir sprechen über Generationen Von denen wir nichts wissen Machen die Lichter an Schalten die Dunkelheit ab Lachen bis es wieder dämmert Und jeder weiss dass es neues nicht gibt Dass es das nich mehr gibt Du bist hier nicht mehr zu Hause Bist hier um die Dinge Größer zu machen als sie sand And these are my arms - these are my tools All we have is us - and these are my arms This is now - and these are my arms All we have is us - and these are my tools This is all I've got - these are my arms Die drehenden Wände anhalten Die Hände aufhalten Mit einer berührung Den Beton sprengen Am stacheldraht zerren Die gruben ausheben Am Horizont weiter Graben Die Türen von ihnen Schlössern befreien Herausreissen Die Türen aus ihren Angeln heben Herausreissen Alle Türen offen Alle Nerven offen This is a call to arms A declaration of war My arms are doors I cannot close My doors are arms I cannot close My arms are doors I cannot close My doors are arms I cannot close My arms are doors my arms are doors... Shoot your catapult Use your catapult...
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We are worried About your welfare About the things you do I was born with a silverspoon In my mouth And I will keep it forever This is something I don't want to share with you And it could save your life It could save you I was born with a silverspoon In my mouth And I will keep it forever I was raised with a banknote Stuck between my teeth And I learned to speak This could save you This could be you What if it goes on... And what if I don't care If this never ends And with my opened eyes What if I'm still asleep? What if it goes on...
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Caring is easy - but who cares Creeping is easy - but I don't creep I give up the past - pass it away I give up the past - pass it away Playing is easy - but I don't play Sleeping is easy - but I'm awake I give up the past - pass it away I give up the past - pass it away Playing is my passion I pass your gifts away I will give up the past Will never be a child again Will never be a fool again Brother failure - welcome...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 13, 2026
"The ocean doesn't care" he said And yelled at the giant waves This place is fiction he said Caight sunbeams and birds The drops didn't listen Cause the rain disappeared You looked all over it Caught sunbeams and birds Found an illusion Counted your coins Wasted the hours He smiled and touched you And pushed you under the water Figures walked through the sand - following the trail Up and down - back and forth - following footsteps We are what we are A case for oceans Following footsteps Following the trail Gebaut auf Grundwasser in der Erde Auf Boden haften Und schlagen Bäume wurzeln Am Ufer stranden die Brandungen Der Pegelstand steigen wellen bügeln Sand Noch eine Prüfung ein Bogen durch untiefen Schiefe Töne an der Oberfläche Von aussen blechern klingende stimmen Vernehmbar bis zum Grund im Grunde nur Wasser Zum schwimmen im Weinkelch Messbecher und dain ertrinken When you take me to the water Will I be bathed or drowned The ocean doesn't care, doesn't care about you How deep is the water Will I be bathed or drowned The ocean doesn't care, doesn't care about you We are a case for oceans...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 13, 2026
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