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Can I Call You

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You can’t atone 
For your adrenechrome 
Your going to hell
For the poison well
Your going straight to fucking Hell

St James isle of torture 
We are going to report ya
You going down
Down down down
To hell

Epstein didn’t kill himself
He still draws breath
Mossad agent no death 
No recompense 
No remorse
Full force 
Controlled Media lies
Big Mac and fries
Controlled Media lies 
They despise 
Everything about you

It will end 
It will end 
It will end
We will end you

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Verse 1
You move through me like a secret
my body’s known before my mind.
I keep pretendin’ I’m collected,
but you undo me every time.

There’s a hunger in the quiet
when your name slips through my thoughts 
and in the dark behind my eyelids
is the place you never lost.

I try to fold the feeling down,
but you rise inside my breath 
a slow heat,
a low flame,
pulling me past my own defense.

Pre-Chorus
Maybe it’s the moon tonight,
drippin’ silver on my skin 
but baby, when you’re in my head,
every boundary caves in.

Chorus
You lift me higher
than I ever meant to go,
like you rewired all my senses
with a touch I haven’t tasted yet.
You make my pulse run wild,
turn my cool into confession 
every thought of you ignites
this moonlight fever in my chest.

You get me high…
so high I almost lose myself 
and somehow
that feels like heaven.

Verse 2
I tell myself I’m grounded,
that desire never leads 
but you step into my daydreams
like a truth I can’t unsee.

Your voice
crawls down my spine
like a whisper built for sin,
and I start wondering
how your hands would write their stories
on my skin.

There’s a tenderness in danger
when I picture you at dawn 
your shadow on my body
like a prayer I can’t outrun.

Pre-Chorus
Maybe I should take it slow,
but you pull me like a tide 
and baby, I’ve been drowning
in the thought of you all night.

Chorus
You lift me higher
than I ever meant to go,
like you rewired all my senses
with a touch I haven’t tasted yet.
You make my pulse run wild,
turn my cool into confession 
every thought of you ignites
this moonlight fever in my chest.

You get me high…
so high I almost lose myself 
and somehow
that feels like heaven.

Bridge
Come closer,
let the night decide
what we do with all this fire.
Lay your heartbeat into mine
like a secret we conspire.

If your hands should find my hips,
I won’t pretend to pull away 
I’ve been fallin’ for your gravity
in every dream I chase.

Let the moon
write our intentions
on this heat we can’t deny 
take me where the fever leads,
baby, lift me to the sky.

Final Chorus
You lift me higher,
and I’m not trying to resist 
if heaven has a doorway,
I’m sure it sounds like your kiss.
You make my body tremble,
turn my caution into want 
every moment, every breath
is a line you’ve already crossed.

You get me high…
so high I almost lose myself 
and somehow
that feels like heaven, yeah heaven

Higher

heartbeat Ghost

Text:
Verse 1
In the shadows of forgotten fields
They plant the white petals of our fears.
A golden bloom for a dollar’s yield —
But what grows rich is not always deer.

They say it’s tradition, they call it survival,
A trade spun from broken trust.
But under the moons and the desert’s rival,
It’s the blood of dreams turning into dust.

Pre-Chorus
Eimer, Blech, Trommeln im Wind —
die Erde weint, doch sie bleibt blind.
Shaker zittert, die Triangel klingt,
während jemand sein Reich in der Dämmerung ringt.

Chorus
Opium kingdoms — built on pain,
Empires made from our tears and rain.
They sell nightmares, they buy our sighs —
while innocent souls pay the price.
Opium kingdoms — who holds the crown?
While the fields bloom red, the poor drown.

(solo)

Verse 2
From Kabul roads to distant shores,
the wealth of sorrow flows disguised.
A hidden war, in silent scores,
where power feeds and truth dies.

We’re shaking hands and breaking hearts,
while the poppy’s promise clouds the sky.
The rich get richer, but who imparts
the cost of each winded lullaby?

Bridge (mit Frauen-Chor, sacraler Klang)
Oh, in the haze of the rising sun,
hear the whisper of souls undone.
Triangel rings, the drums remain,
for every seed sown in blood and pain.

(solo)

Final Chorus
Opium kingdoms – built on pain,
Empires made from our tears and rain.
They whisper "peace" with a poisoned tongue,
while the future bleeds, and the bells are hung.
Opium kingdoms — who holds the crown?
In the fields of sorrow, the innocent drown.

Outro (tiefer Rap-Stimme + Chor)
We see you, in the petals of greed.
We pray for the day when your harvest is seed —
seed for a better tomorrow, not a richer sorrow.

Opium Kingdoms

Synth-pop with some grit, anthem and swell

Alright my friend

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