Your Favorite Thing

In the battle zone
life will go on
What a hell
 I´ve been living in this place for now

Stuck at home
the war goes on
What a hell 
i´m frustrated and surprised

Like Jackie´O  
I´m on my own
That's what I felt 
when the bullets started to fly around

In the battle zone 
I need guns
What a hell
There´s blood in my arms


Battle Zone

Short waves on the stereo
The radio man can´t speak any more
Low and ugly words
With his big and noisy
Megaphone

I turn off my stereo
I feel sorry for the radio
It reminds me how sad it was
Looking through the
Telescope

But tonight
Let the night be
No mother cries
Let the night be

Short waves on the stereo
The radio man can´t speak any more
Low and ugly words
With his big and noisy
Megaphone


I turn off my stereo
I feel sorry for the radio
It reminds me how sad it was
Looking through the
Telescope

But tonight
Let the night be
No mother cries
Let the night be


Short Waves

DON´T BELIEVE IN HELL                                               
DON´T BELIEVE IN SAINTS                                           
KEEP YOUR MIND WELL                                               
THEY´RE TRYING INTOXICATE YOU                           

BREAK  ALL  THE MASKS                                             
STOP WITH THE PRIDE                                                
BUILD A WALL FOR ALL                                               
AND WALK OUR FAITH                                                 

I CANNOT BE PART OF THIS MASTER PLAN        
                                                                                         
YOUR BODY HAS BEEN SAVED                                  
YOUR SOUL IS YOUR FUEL                                         
CHANGE EVERYTHING IN THIS PLACE                       
AND INVITE ME AS YOUR FRIEND                             

THE CARS WANT TO PASS                                          
THE ROAD HAS BEEN DRAWN                                  
MOTORS GO SO FAST                                            
THEY CAN´T BE STOPPED WITH A TRAP                   
                                                                                    
I CANNOT BE PART OF THIS MASTER PLAN    


MasterPlan

She´s a bitch
Tired of Oklahoma City's dead
Look downstairs
You´ll see mud everywhere
I heard the signs
But there´s nothing that I can do
She´s a bitch
Tired of Oklahoma City's ghosts

Runaway from the dark above us

She´s a bitch
Tired of Oklahoma City's dead
She sings for fun
But  now her voice is soft
Inside and out there
Both feelings keep her dreaming
She´s a bitch
Tired of Oklahoma City's ghosts

Runaway from the dark above us

She doesn´t live
In a fairy tale
And she can´t hide
Her nightmares, scars and scares
And she can´t hide


Oklahoma City Ghost

Introducing an enigmatic group of individuals crafting the sounds of alternative rock. Their music flows with a subtle grace, akin to a warm summer breeze, yet beneath the surface, it simmers with an undeniable intensity. With influences spanning across the sonic spectrum, they weave together a tapestry of melodies that defy convention and resonate with the soul. Their songs are a journey through the labyrinthine corridors of emotion, from ethereal highs to raw, searing lows. This is not just a rock band; this is an experience, a sonic adventure that will leave you both entranced and electrified. Join us as we explore the musical landscapes of these unconventional artists, where soft meets fierce, and every note is a revelation.

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