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Ants, patterns, street signs,
Names, clouds and phrases out of bound,
Yellow philosophies towards the eternal kingdom
That steers into insolvency.
Light surgeons, aims marked, concealed, delivered,
No longer made use of or won but to be claimed,
Taken away, beyond reach or attainment.
Among this landfill we pray but

Why look up to the sky when it's pointless?
Why keep beholding some busted thoughts, already burnt?
Why should we use a belief that is broken?
Why keep on piercing the words
If there's nothing to carve?

Brave we decide to raise our hands,
Wait for the rain to come,
to be part of the living ones
Ore one of those who let themselves die.
Then we make our countdown,
define the way to the city upon the clouds,
Taken away, beyond reach or attainment.
Among this landfill we pray but

Why look up to the sky when it's pointless?
Why keep beholding some busted thoughts, already burnt?
Why should we use a belief that is broken?
Why keep on piercing the words
If there's nothing to carve?

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Music: 4thInc.
Lyrics: Aurora Ferrer Sancho

Rain has come

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I will never be able to give you a name
Though I can't get rid of the scratch
Vexing my core forever
I miss child's brutal honesty
The viper in one's bosom
Closing foreign doors but opening inner answers

After the storm the clouds will always clear
And yet it still may rain, it isn't hard to leave

I will never be able to paint you a face
Though I can feel your loathsome knife
Irking my back forever
Those words of ire that play with love...
Stopped laughing
Let outcomes journey

After the storm the clouds will always clear
And yet it still may rain, it isn't hard to leave

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Music: 4thInc.
Lyrics: Aurora Ferrer Sancho

Hard to leave

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It is necessary to cry, they proclaim.
It is necessary to laugh, they rebut.
A forced glove on the hand that rocks the cradle.
And it is necessary to fake, they require.
It is necessary to cover up...
They got us.

And all we got is a swarm of questions
Buzzing hard to the beat of guile.

Balanced scorecard, the glass full and empty
With the edge broken, cutting our lips.
Blood in a corner of the room or in every street.
Passive-aggressive indulgence.

And all we got is a swarm of questions
Buzzing hard to the beat of guile.
And all they have is a consolation prize
For us to keep quiet.

And all we got is the glass full and empty
With the edge broken to the beat of guile.
And all they have is a consolation prize
For us to keep quiet.

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Music: 4thInc.
Lyrics: Aurora Ferrer Sancho

Indulgence

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As it is, it is righteous
As it is, it is just
The construction we put up
Truly bulwark we must

What is left is a daily working scheme
Dutiful, respectful to those mesmerizing people
Keeping wealth and luck,
Hoarding crank'ly all control
Victims of their own design
Odd and queer, delirious kingdoms
Built on the disposals of a few autocrats
Dancing in the shadows like
Demons worshiping delusions, eating ethics,
Withdrawin' every fright from sight,
Profiting behind one's back,
Setting fire to our trust,
But our eyes are open, we stand, we wait,
We see, we know, we're dignified.
Waiting for a sign, waiting for the sign,
started is the time-bomb.

As it is, it's righteous but not keen enough on me
As it is, it's dust to dust to tumble
As it was, the frantic bold construction you sold out
Finally will roughly crush

What I'm left's a scheme
For victims of their own design
Odd and queer, delirious dancers
Eating wealth and trust
But our eyes are open, we stand,
We wait, we see, we are dignified.

Waiting for a sign.
Waiting for the sign.



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Music: 4thInc.
Lyrics: Aurora Ferrer Sancho

Creed

2011 - 2014

4th Inc. were:

Steffen Dammel
(6 & 7 Saiten / strings)
+ Dennis Blaser
(7 Saiten / strings)
+ Aurora Ferrer Sancho
(Vox populi)
+ Eric Beckmann - Tom-Toms (Felix Blodow auf den Aufnahmen)
+ Matthias Hoch
(6 tiefe Saiten / low strings)