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Fed To The Lions
02:38
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lining the fence
trying to hide
the rays of the sun
set his body on fire
getting in motion
crossing the line
caught in the process
fed to the lions
digging their graves
trying to find a path
the remains of their peers
a quest for a new home
crossing the borders
endangered lives
caught in the process
fed to the lions
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2. |
Clay
02:50
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clay
i fear you in my nightmares
i see you in my dreams
now that the store is already closed
i am afraid i will have to stay awake
try not to overreact now
keep up with a smile
we both know these days will not last
why don't you do me one last favor?
i am not dead yet
although i am afraid i must admit
that i am weak and cannot stand straight
quite terrified of all the things i will have to keep away
clay
i do not overreact now
i do keep up with a smile
but the bugs i see all day only compares
the itch i scratch at night
relieve me from any duty
release me from this pain
we both know these days will not last
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3. |
No Igel Dares
03:45
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do
or don't if you do
not really want to
that decision of yours
might get me away from you
might get you cut in two
by a fast car on the loose
speed kills it's no news
flat
your spikes on the tires
that putrid smell of yours
as you rot on the road
reminds me of you
for once in your life
you should not have cared
about going where no igel dares
in succeeding where
every other had failed
so as you lay down on the road
my heart repeats what i already know
and should have told you years ago
i love you so
and as i watch you decomposing
i dream i could hold you with my claws
i gaze at cars spreading the rest
of your remains
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4. |
A Charming Race
02:14
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Cyp's hand started to rot
he nearly lost his arm
that is about how close he got
from being the cyborg type
Youssef's wounded knee
deserves better storytelling than that
had they both been amputed
they could have combined
ain't life a drag?
in the midst of it all
Mathis feels like a charm
his erratic behaviour
indicates it will not last
as we tell these tales
laughter never seems to fade
as if for each kick in the nuts
we had a different cup
the things we did
the things we said
they are never too clever
yet for consequences we still wait
and as we forget and start over
you still wonder
how could it possibly end in a good way ?
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5. |
Bad Omen
02:31
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aslept a third of our lives
dreaming a fifth of that
always craving for time
this should have been a bad omen
from the start
from regulating ourselves
to tight and overstreched
sleepless nights and days
have gradually been making a mess
out of me
now also from 5 to 9
awake and bored alive
working under blue light
that cannot be compared to Riefenstahl's
old patterns erased
thrown down the drain
new habits emerge
overshadowed by raising coffee sales
and now that resting seems unsound
that twilight lasts from dusk till dawn
it looks like all of you
could surely use a nap
i will sit and stare
making my best to wake you up
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6. |
1:29
02:52
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sick
tired
running out of time
too
late
to catch the subway train
it must be rooted deep in your mind
it is the only thing you do
52 weekends in a row
craving for your fun
as lights are getting low
sole
bar
opened after dark
serves
eight
to ten euros a pint
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7. |
Anytime
02:00
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if you knew you could use it anytime
well would you anytime that you need?
networks made to mutualize
our energetic demand
leave the room and kill the light
that will not be enough
force fed through a powerplant
at society's demand
on and off at any time
a stream that never strikes
well wind will not blow in the night
and sun will not shine in the dark
still we will not turn off the light
dreading for our own supplies
if you have come a long way
just to ask me what to do
well take a guess
the blame is on you
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8. |
K.A.O.
02:56
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i work
part time
and for some it is not enough
that is 3 days a week
6 hours a day
much too much
i often catch myself thinking out loud on my way to work
what is under that closed bridge that i cross?
a cohort of bats hanging from the top
a quiet assembly, hung ovenight
when you are walking through the town
does it feel quite unreal?
to see friends and pals
feet tied to a tree
as you stop and you stare
some just pass their way
as if this was a product
of common sense
it is a rallying sign
for all those who hide
to be able to tell
who is one and who is not
i am fine with it
i will join the club
eight days have passed
the streets are clean
forests of feet
flowered on trees
hung to an oak
the message is clear
kill all others
we disappeared
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