Music is a battery, it is duality
Music’s even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck

When I am rusted from the rain
Music is my king of pain
When there is nothing left to lose
Music is my policy of truth

When I feel dead inside
Music is here for me, in my judgement night
It’s the gentle art of making enemies
It is the prayer of the refugees

Like a violent pornography
Like a bittersweet symphony
When I am walking on the moon
Music is tick tick tick tick tick tick…. booom

I keep your music in a heart-shaped box
I know your music can release the dogs

Music is a battery, it is duality
Music’s even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck

Music is hysteria, it is insomnia 
Music is my Jesus of suburbia
Music is a requiem, it is my aeroplane
Music is insane in the membrane

Music is there to mezmerize
Music is there to hypnotize
Music is my church of noise
It is for 21st century digital boys

When time is running out
Music is there to take a look around
Music is my black hole sun
Music is there with song2 and with one

I keep your music in a basket case
I hear your music in the cars I chase

Music is a battery, it is duality
Music’s even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck

Music is toxicity, it is my remedy
Music is my virtual insanity
Music is for Diane, it is for Roxanne
Music is the last dance for Mary Jane

Music, Vol. 1

Music

Follow me to the other side
So much to see beyond your fights
They love, they breathe, they live, they die
They tell the truth, sometimes they lie 

But to your ears their
words sound so different, somehow strange
And you don’t like what
you do not know or understand

Follow me to the other side
You'll understand at speed of light
They breath, they fear, follow the rules
Each day they take their kids to school

But on TV they
look so confusing, out of range
And you don’t like what 
you do not know or understand

And to your ears their 
words sound so different, somehow strange
And in your fears your 
own world is not yet up for change

So in your heart it's 
just such a foreign frightening land
And you don't like what 
you do not know or understand

Foreign land, time to see
Heart in hand, come with me
You are told who’s the enemy
You won't find the truth on TV

They share your fears, they share your dreams
Up close it's different than it seems
For you it’s foreign frightening lands
Could be friends

Their church and gods have different names
Their future’s going up in flames
For you it’s foreign frightening lands
Could be friends

They tell you who’s the enemy
But you won't find truth on TV
For you it’s foreign frightening lands
Could be friends

They share your fears, they share your dreams
Up close it's different than it seems
It’s not just foreign frightening lands

The Other Side

Sometimes, when you're lucky, it goes beyond friendship.

Soulmate

Injection (Rise Against Cover)

Dear world – don’t let them tell you, you’re a psychopath
Dear world – kill ‘em first then do the aftermath
Dear world – at some point it’s ok to fight back
Dear world – no other choice in these sneaky attacks

You can no longer bear us
Too many for you and your beauty
Can comprehend you aim to kill us
Forget about your damn sense of duty

Poor world – some of us just damn bastards as you know
Poor world – your pain could stop with just one blow
Poor world – a world without us? Imagine this peace
Poor world – all your suffering suddenly ceased

You can no longer bear us
Too many for you and your beauty
Can comprehend you aim to kill us
Forget about your damn sense of duty

Just a few crumbs left, if any
We are destructive – and we’re many
We robbed and raped you, we attacked you for too long
I just wanna say sorry with this song

Start fighting back, ‘cause you must fight for yourself
You must take our security, take our wealth
You need to hurt us, you know we must be afraid
With no redemption, this time there is no first aid
Could you consider starting with only a few?
Only the bastards? A valid option for you?
But if this should be also for me the last breath
Could you please grant me an easy and painless death?

Dear World

You are my liar, I’m your great pretender
No turn around, so this is my surrender
I kept on shoutin’ at your walls of silence
No word from you, it’s your sound of violence

Your great escape is all that I remember
I leave the battleground you never entered
Tired of this fight, you can’t stop this silence
No word from you, it’s your sound of violence

Violent silence

Turn on the light, wanna see when you’re leavin’
When back in the dark, I will try to keep breathin’
Still yesterday drown in darkening sorrow
Will lift this desert haze tomorrow

Clouds in my head turn from grey into black
The life we had it will never come back
No chance for me to break through your silence
No word from you, it’s your sound of violence

Violent silence

Turn on the light, wanna see when you’re leavin’
When back in the dark, I will try to keep breathin’
Still yesterday drown in darkening sorrow
Will lift this desert haze tomorrow

Silent Violence

Devil's Working Overtime

Impostor Syndrome is about a feeling many of us know - not being good enough. Not good enough in your job, not good enough for relationships, not good enough to create anything of value. It's a dialogue with a well-meaning friend.

Impostor Syndrome

Celebrate The Good Times is a statement against the ignorance and immoderateness of the privileged

Celebrate The Good Times

Falling Down

Your Abyss

Hey, Death!

The Game Of Cat And Mouse

Heads Off

Goodbye Jerks, Heading To Earth 2

Superhero Break Between Gotham and Guantanamo

Checkmate In Two, Donnie

On The Day We Met The King

THE HYBRIS are Ringo Rabbit, Beanie Bison and Malcolm Mandrill – three wannabe comic superheroes on a mission to save the world. We combine punk elements with some 80s style, poppy anthems with pure power. Our unifying element is the politically motivated lyrics. Saving the world is hard work, even for three highly motivated superheroes.

THE HYBRIS is a 100% virtual music project and at the same time a visual experiment. Comic superheroes with masks, some instruments and a lot of ambition and good intentions. In real life we are an international Alternative Rock project formed by three friends. Previously living in Germany, and gaining experience by playing in various bands, the outfit now resides in Nice, L.A. and Cologne. 

The name THE HYBRIS was inspired by Greek tragedy. Hybris stood for exaggerated self-pride, arrogance, excess of ambition causing the transgressor’s ruin - the perfect headline for the age we are living in.

THE HYBRIS

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