Wa(h)r

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War …

This is war

War …

This was war

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War …

It has happened before

War …

Is the cause of this sore

War …

This was War

War …

Facets of your neighbor?

War

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Es war wahr.

Es ist wahr.

This is a state of war

© Lyrics/Spoken Words/ Piano: Luna Tick

     Mastered: Myno Deus

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Special thx to: Soundload
Matt Namer for “war drum single hits”
Sebastianlund for “premature baby”
Snakebarney for “small crowd chatter2″



Wa(h)r - Intro

The Unanswered Question 
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When I entered the room you met the Messiah.

You asked if it’s me, which I denied.

But you didn’t trust me cause you thought I’d try you.

So you grabbed your chance to get advice and said,

Tell me what I must do to get into heaven!

What must I do to get into heaven?

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On the floor the other patients were fighting for cigarettes.

The nurse was outside pretending office work,

when you could no longer bear that unanswered question.

You slit open your wrists and tore out your fingernails.

Tell me what I must do to get into heaven?

What must I do to get into heaven?

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Your father was a god with a penis.

Your mother a Maria of sorts.

She never thought the bible would kill you,

but you knew you’d forever be lost.

Tell me what I must do to get into heaven!

What must I do to get into heaven?

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The other patients hardly noticed you were gone.

One plate less during meals to steal food from.

I wonder if you could still be alive.

But I didn’t arrive at a conclusion.

© Myno Deus 2011

The Unanswered Question (Take1)

Sex With Your Girlfriend
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When your girlfriend called me she said she’s lonely,

she needs someone and you’re out in the fields.

You just left with the troops for your last day

when she rang my doorbell and we kissed.

With trembling fingers I pushed up her T-shirt

when a bullet hit yours and it ripped you open.

She opened her legs and I gently touched her,

when your body touched the dirt.

I savoured her fluids and entered,

while your clothing soaked up yours.

We reached the point of no return,

and you crossed it, stepping into the void.

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I had sex, sex with your girlfriend

when that bullet had sex with you.

We fell down, down on heaven

when your soul started the slow way up.

I had sex, sex with your girlfriend

when that bullet had sex with you.

We fell down, down on heaven

as your soul searched for a passage through.

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Once again we slipped under the covers,

for you there was only a body bag.

They buried you with military honors,

and when earth surrounded you, she surrounded me.

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I had sex, sex with your girlfriend

when that bullet had sex with you.

*We fell down, down on heaven

as your soul searched for a passage through.

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We got to know a few weeks later

when you had returned and my conscience was no longer raging.

We enjoyed ourselves and we had some beers,

I thought you’re a nice guy but there remained a bitter taste.

She was my first girl and for me it had been sacred.

For you she was the last.

It had been my first time and I’m forever indebted.

For you it was the moment of death.

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I had sex, sex with your girlfriend

when my bullet had sex with you.

We fell down, down on heaven

as your soul searched for the passage through.

© Myno Deus

Sex With Your Girlfriend (Take 1)

Journey To The South

 

Your life was a mess when you hid in the foreign legion.

They saw you can't kill so they made you a cook.

Burning your best years in the heat of Algeria.

Preparing meals was no piece of cake.

When you returned to Germany no one said "Welcome back!"

You lived from day to day and your bed was only the night.

A first-class homeless man with a veteran's rent, and when you looked up,

there was still the Algerian sky.

Days became weeks, weeks became years, and years turned into decades.

You grew old, and so you came to the asylum, where we finally met and we made friends.

The nicest guy in the asylum for the homeless, always coughing up blood.

The nicest guy in the asylum, always coughing up your blood.

I took you by car to a legionaries club where you once fed guests from the garbage bin.

You told me about a village for veterans and you imagined yourself cooking there again-

a lovely place with a mild climate somewhere in Southern France.

We drove back to the asylum and this was likely the last trip from which you'd ever return.

Temperatures fell and the soil was frozen when you packed your baggage for the last time and left.

You said you're heading to the south, and you'll make it, but we all knew you were leaving for death.

You said you're heading to the south but we all knew you were leaving for death.

© Myno Deus

Journey To The South (Take1)

Toy Boy
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We met for kissing, didn’t know your face.
So curious how you look, wondering if it will fit.
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You lit a cigarette and exposed your legs.
I ordered black coffee and I knew what comes next.
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We hugged in your door and you asked me in.
You offered me sweets, and we began our retreats.
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A heart-shaped box of lollipops
was the second thing you gave to me.
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I’m lying awake when you call a friend
and tell him about your prey.
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You say I’m your toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
Toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
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In the morning you climbed on me,
said “Thanks for using you” when you’d scored your goal.
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You say you want it both – loose and firm,
something to think about when you’re gone.
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You suggested we’d watch the Last Temptation of Christ,
but we never made it past the first scene.
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Not trying to win or lose, just to end in a tie,
you’re counting the times I color your dreams.
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You say I’m your toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
Toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
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Somewhere inside you, there’s a space I can’t fill.
And though we fit like Lego bricks,
when I come, I don’t come home.
when I come, I don’t come home.
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You say I’m your toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
Toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
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When I drove you to the hospital
and you threw up into a plastic bag,
there was a short moment when I confused it with love.
But though we fit like Lego bricks
When I come, I don’t come home.
When I come, I don’t come home.
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You said I’m your toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
Toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
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No love at the start,
still it ended with hate.
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And when we split, that heart-shaped box
was the first thing I threw away.
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She said I’m her toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.
Toy boy, never thought someone would call me like that.

© Project Crypsis
Album: "Love And Other fallacies"

Toy Boy

(Bitte entschuldigt das Rauschen. Bessere Aufnahmen folgen.
 Regards, crypsis)



Flüchtling

Eine Blume in der Wüste  
schreibt Geschichte in den Sand 
Stumm hoffend, dass der Wind 
die Körnchen bis zum Meer vertreibt 
Du wartest auf den Regen 
während Zeit haltlos verrinnt
Sinnlos, Fremde anzubeten 
Weil Erinnerung 
auch nicht mit Wundern heilt 

Du rennst geblendet von dem Licht 
wie ein wild gehetztes Tier 
durch die letzten Trümmer 
deiner zerstörten Existenz 
Du drehst und wendest dich 
in der letzten wunden Frage 
die schlaflos in dir gärt 
Doch diese eine Antwort 
bleibt dir ewiglich verwehrt. 
Was auch immer dich berührt 
bleibt ungehört 

Du flehst die Sterne hilflos an 
schreist die Schmerzen himmelwärts 
Umhüllt von schwarzer Trauer
bettelst du um Endlichkeit 
Übergib mir nun dein Zepter 
weil ich stärker bin als du 
Ich laufe für dich weiter 
Geh nun, mein Kind
Geh mit dem Wind 

© Crypsis

Flüchtling


lunatic[k]
(what remains)

tic, tick, trick, lunatic
tic, tick, tick, time killer
tic,tick, trick, lunatic
Brave new skin 
tic
tick
trick
Will not fool anyone
Guilty? Surrendered?
tic
tick
trick 
Self-accusation
Infantile sin

tic, tick, trick, lunatic
tic, tick, tick, time fuses
tic,tick, trick, lunatic
Brave new lie
tic
tick
trick
Will not trust anyone
Guilty? Exploited?
tick 
trick
tick
Self - Inquisition
Infantile skin

© Crypsis

ProjectCrypsis