Text:
[Verse 1 – The Puzzle Begins]
We mapped the stars with sharpened lines,
Drew orbits clean, drew perfect signs.
Said: “This is how the cosmos grows,”
As if the void would care who knows.

We built our truths on shifting sand,
With steady voice and trembling hand.
Declared the laws, wrote down the code—
While galaxies laughed in overload.

[Chorus – The Echo of Error]
Cosmic contradiction, breaks our pride,
A giant world where none should hide.
Tiny sun, enormous son,
Another riddle just begun.

Don’t draw the sky with final strokes—
The universe tells better jokes.
It twists, it bends, it shatters fiction…
It breathes: Cosmic Contradiction.

(solo)

[Verse 2 – The Moment of Doubt]
A star too small to raise a crown,
Yet hosts a planet, spinning round.
Our theories scream, our models fail—
The stars just blink and lift the veil.

What else waits beyond our math?
A rule undone, a silent path.
How much have we called “truth” too soon?
While stardust hums another tune?

[Bridge – Spoken, distant voice]
They said:
“Big stars birth big worlds.”
They said:
“Mass defines the game.”
But space said:
“Watch me... rewrite your frame.”

(solo)

[Final Chorus – Expansiv, aufbrechend]
Cosmic contradiction, cracks the code,
What lies beyond the laws we wrote?
A spark, a pulse, a rebel song,
That tells us we’ve been wrong all along.

No final words, no straight prediction,
Just stars that smile... in contradiction.

(Outro – spoken)
....we know that we know nothing

Cosmic Contradiction

Text:
[Verse 1]
He talks so loud, like he’s seen the sky,
Claims he’s got the answers, don’t ask why.
But scratch that shell, there’s not much inside,
A sea of “maybe” in a tide of pride.

Thinks he's a master of every scene,
Cites two memes and a blog that's mean.
No shame, no depth, no nuance seen –
Still preaching loud like a damn machine.

[Pre-Chorus]
But the truth, it ain’t that slick,
Takes time, not just a clever trick.
Wisdom whispers, pride will shout,
The real ones know – they still doubt.

[Chorus]
They got confidence without a clue,
High on ego, low on view.
Dunning-Kruger in full bloom,
The blind parade into the room.
But facts don’t flinch, and truth don’t bend –
Ignorance ain't a lifelong trend.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
She mocks the doc, won’t trust the shot,
Reads one post, thinks she knows the lot.
Science is slow, but it aims to see,
Not just dance in certainty.

But in a world of endless feed,
The shallow voices plant their seed.
Louder than the quiet wise,
Truth drowned out by sweetened lies.

[Chorus]
They got confidence without a clue,
High on ego, low on view.
Dunning-Kruger in full bloom,
The blind parade into the room.
But facts don’t flinch, and truth don’t bend –
Ignorance ain't a lifelong trend.

(solo)

[Bridge – Spoken/Beat Breakdown]
The less you know, the more you glow –
In your self-made expert show.
But humility is knowing when
To listen, learn, and try again.

[Outro Chorus]
So raise your glass to those who seek,
Who ask, who doubt, who dare to be weak.
'Cause knowing you're small is the smartest part –
That's the wisdom, that’s the art.

Confidence Without Clue (The Dunning-Kruger Blues)

Text:
[Verse 1]
Out in the black, 4 billion years away,
A heartbeat flared, then slipped away.
First, a bang – bright like a god's goodbye,
Then silence... wait – another cry.

Twice it burned, twice it died,
A cosmic scream, the laws defied.
We watched the sky, jaws open wide,
How can a dead star still ignite?

[Chorus]
Boom – then again, it cracked the void,
A stellar ghost that time destroyed.
Light years screaming through the dark,
Like a final breath that left a mark.
Twice dead, but never gone –
This is where the stars belong.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
They called it a Luminous Fast Blue Optical Transient,
Science had no script, it wasn’t convenient.
No one told the cosmos how to play,
It just danced its wild ballet.

Fusion, pressure, iron core,
Collapse, rebound – and then some more.
Even Einstein would’ve stared,
Shocked the math was unprepared.

[Bridge – Spoken word / FX underlay]
We think we know...
But the universe is chaos wrapped in rhythm,
truth laced with surprise.
A star dies not once... but twice.
What else do we still not see?

(solo)

[Final Chorus – extended, layered vocals]
Boom – a flash of ancient flame,
Echoes scream your stellar name.
Dead but dancing, torn apart,
Twice you broke the dark with art.
No politician made this light –
This was born of time and night.

[Outro – slow, fading]
And while we fight about borders and pride,
The stars keep dying…
…beautifully, far and wide.

The Lament of the Boring Drones

Text:
[Verse]
You know I
I have never been the one
To bite my tongue
And oh
I have never been the one
To trust someone

[Pre-Chorus]
But lately
I feel the love
With every stranger
And now
Oh
Oh
Oh

[Chorus]
When I look at the stars
I see your face
In the people I meet
The tears I taste
In the stories I hear and the hands I hold
I feel you
I see you
I hear you
When I look at the stars

(solo)

[Verse]
I see
Strangers on a subway car
With crying eyes
They don't
Need to say a word
'cause I
See you in their smile

[Pre-Chorus]
And when I look at the stars
I see your face in the night sky
Oh
Oh
Oh

[Chorus]
When I look at the stars
I see your face
In the people I meet
The tears I taste
In the stories I hear and the hands I hold
I feel you
I see you
I hear you
When I look at the stars
When I look at the stars

(solo)

[Chorus]
When I look at the stars
I see your face
In the people I meet
The tears I taste
In the stories I hear and the hands I hold
I feel you
I see you
I hear you
When I look at the stars
When I look at the stars

When I Look at the Stars

Text:
[Intro – spoken, news voice]
They say it's chaos, they say it’s war...
But have they checked the numbers before?
Germany – danger? Better check that score.

[Verse 1 – mit ruhigem Flow]
Every day a new claim flies,
“They're killing in the streets” – but it’s built on lies.
'Cause in real life, stats don’t cry:
0.9 per 100k – that’s low worldwide.

Compare that number, take it wide,
Latin towns? It's 20x high.
Caribbean heat, cartel tide –
Germany’s calm on the darker side.

[Pre-Chorus – gesprochen wie ein TV-Einspieler]
"Fast alle Mordfälle in Deutschland werden aufgeklärt."
Yeah, you heard it right – nearly all solved tight.
Justice here ain’t blind – it’s bright.

[Chorus – mit starker Hook, leicht gesungen]
They talk that fear, we bring the facts,
It’s not what they say on viral tracks.
Look at the data, drop the hate,
Germany’s not in a murder state.
No jungle here, no cartel call –
It’s calm, it’s clear, not chaos at all.

(solo)

[Verse 2 – mehr Wut, aber faktenfest]
Some countries fight with guns in hand,
We fight trolls with truth, not sand.
No knife waves, no lawless nights,
This ain’t the place of random fights.

East Asia’s cool? We’re close to that.
EU map? We’re wearing the safest hat.
No wild west, no daily doom –
The only loud bang’s in your Youtube room.

[Bridge – ruhig, emotional]
Stop feeding fear, stop selling dread,
Tell our youth what’s real instead.
We got peace, we got law,
Not perfect – but way above the flaw.

(solo)

[Final Chorus – Refrain + Call]
They talk that fear, we bring the facts,
It’s not what they say on viral tracks.
Don’t fall for lies, don’t buy that bait,
Truth still matters – and it’s not too late.
Germany stands, no need to crawl –
Just check the facts – we’re not in free fall.

[Outro – Stille mit Echoeffekt]
Fear is profit.
Truth is quiet.
But we make it loud.

Not What They Say (Facts Over Fear)

Text:
I survived.
Cut open, stitched back,
barely breathing,
but I'm here.

Intensive care –
a theater of fading lights
and ghostly beeps.
So many stories unraveling at once.
Too many hearts breaking silently.

There’s a room down the hall,
with an old woman —
still alive.
Somehow.
Somehow.

Her family visits.
Tight smiles.
Plastic concern.
They whisper,
“She made it… but what now?”
Not the victory they imagined.
Not the story they rehearsed.

She hears them.
Half-asleep, half-dreaming,
but she feels the disappointment
like a knife twisting slow.

They sing her songs —
childhood lullabies now dripping with fake tears.
Crocodile sadness.
A performance for guilt,
not love.

She smiles anyway.
A cracked, fragile thing.
Because even now,
she loves them.

But they…
they grieve their own inconvenience.
They mourn a version of her
that’s gone.

And I watch —
fury rising in my healing chest.
This isn't grief.
This is betrayal.
They call it care.
But it's just cold calculation.

“She’s alive,” they say,
like it’s a burden.
“She needs help,”
like it's a curse.

She should have died cleanly, right?
Without the mess,
without the effort,
without the slow decay
of your comfort.

Cold hearts.
That’s what this play is.
Cold.
Detached.
Arrogant in their mourning.

She’s not gone yet,
but you’ve buried her already.
And when she finally leaves,
you’ll cry again —
louder, even.
But it won’t be sorrow.
It’ll be relief.

And that’s the tragedy.
Not her suffering —
but yours.
Your refusal
to love her
the way she deserved.

Cold Hearts

Text:
Life…
Always a surprise.
Not always a good one.

Today, I met this guy outside.
Coughing his lungs out —
a mess.
Gross.

Then the doctor shows up,
calm voice,
trying to help.
Says,
"You’d do better in a care facility.
You need more help than we can give here."

And the guy?
Shrugs.
"Don’t care," he says.
In my head, I snap: What an asshole.

(Guitar-Solo)

Then —
his wife arrives.
Old too.
Fragile.
Dragging her steps like she’s wading through water.

And still —
she lays out his things.
Prepares everything.
Quiet. Loving.
Routine.

And I lose it.
I yell at him:
"Hey! You’ve got a good woman!
She’s doing everything for you —
the least you can do is help her back!"

But she defends him.
Tells me he’s been smoking all his life.
Still does.
That cough? It’s his own fault.

I know that cough.
I have it too.
Fresh out of surgery,
lungs still burning,
and I know who to blame.
Me.

But he won’t own it.
Not even a little.
Nah.
He’s too far gone in denial.

So I tell him:
We’ve been living a lie.
Fed by the tobacco machine,
marketed like gods,
dying like dogs.

But who lit the cigarettes?
We did.
Millions of us.
We made those damn companies rich.
Lit up the night sky
with their profits
and our lungs.

And did they stop?
Nope.
Now it’s vapes.
With four times the nicotine.
Four times the poison.
Wrapped in candy flavors
for kids.

And what do we do?
We just watch.
We just scroll.
We just let it happen.

(Guitar-Solo)

Again.
And again.
And again.

This world fucks us.
Every time.
We know it,
but we light another one anyway.

This Rotten World Still Burns Us

Text:
[Verse 1]
Thirty years after Christ was born,
Judea felt a little torn.
Crowds were restless, sick, possessed,
A miracle squad put to the test.

Simon, Andrew, Zebedee’s sons,
They rushed the streets like loaded guns.
Matthias, Judas (not the bad one yet),
All queued up in healing sweat.

[Pre-Chorus]
“Alright,” said Jesus, robe aglow,
“What do we got, let's start the show!”
He winked at Peter, calm and bold,
“This resurrection thing's getting old.”

[Chorus]
Step right up, it's a holy parade,
Blind men see and the demons fade.
If you're broken, don't despair,
We’ve got miracles to spare!
Leprosy? Please. Death? Denied!
Healing in sandals, sanctified.
We didn’t invent house calls, but guess who did?
Just twelve guys, and the Nazarene kid.

(Solo)

[Verse 2]
“Peter, what’s the stat today?”
“One dead, one mute—Romans took his tongue away.”
Jesus nods, “Simple fare,
One resurrection, one tongue repair!”

James comes forth with a devilish shout,
“Satan’s growing bold, he’s wigging out!”
Jesus sighs, “He always tries.
Back to hell, no alibis.”

Philippus waves, “These two are blind!”
“No big deal,” says Christ, “Let’s rewind.
Four fresh eyes, that’s on me,
Clear as Galilee can be!”

[Pre-Chorus]
“Alright,” said Jesus, hair aglow,
“Who's next in line before I go?”
Andreas brings the twisted and lame,
“Walk it off boys, in Yahweh's name!”

[Chorus]
Step right up, it’s a holy parade,
Blinded souls now see the day.
If you’re crawling, sick, or worse,
We’ll reverse your every curse!
Diseases out, hope walks in,
This Messiah’s here to win.
We didn’t invent the ER, but guess who did?
Just twelve bros, and the sandal kid.

[Bridge – Dialogue Breakdown / Call & Response style]
Jesus: “What’s next, Matthäus, speak your mind.”
Matthäus: “Three lepers here, hope’s hard to find.”
Jesus: “Ruben, Veil, and Weill, be clean—
No more flakes, you're fresh and keen!”

Jesus: “Thomas, talk to me, what do you see?”
Thomas: “I see it all, but... can this really be?”
Jesus (grinning): “Believe, my doubting friend so wise—
You’re in the world’s first house call surprise!”

(Solo)

[Final Chorus – Big Finish]
One more round through ancient sand,
Hope restored by healing hand.
From blind to bold, from sick to saved,
Every life here re-engraved.
No appointment, just pure grace,
We made healing a holy race.
Who invented the Stippvisite, true and legit?
You guessed it, baby —
WE. INVENTED. IT.

[Outro – Spoken Word]
“Tell your doctors, tell your friends,
The Son of Man does weekend ends.
No gold, no fee — just faith and flair...
And maybe some loaves, if you’ve got a spare.”

The First Rounds on Me (A Judean Healing Stroll)

Text:
[Verse 1]
Hey little sister, I see your eyes
Watching the world through uncertain skies
You hear the rockets, the rumors, the lies
But don’t you believe all the war-painted cries

You wear white shoes, not army boots
You heal the hurt, you plant new roots
While leaders dance their old charades
You hold a life when hope just fades

[Chorus]
Don’t be afraid, little sister, stay near
The noise is loud, but the truth is clear
No bombs are coming down your street
No fire rains where the healers meet
Let them bark, let them boast,
They’re just smoke, not ghosts
The world’s still yours, so breathe and stay
Love speaks louder anyway 

(Solo)

[Verse 2]
Putin’s busy, playing king
But even he fears real suffering
And Trump? Just orange TV dust
Big on words, small on trust

Berlin’s got Russians who bake and teach
No one’s nuking a place they preach
It’s a power game, a clumsy bluff
With fragile men who act so tough

[Bridge] – Soft Rap/Speak
You see them puff their chests like war-time drums
But the real fight's in ICU rooms, where courage comes
You stitch the wounds, you calm the breath
You walk between life... and maybe death
And still, you smile. And still, you give.
That's what makes the world want to live.

(Solo)

[Chorus]
Don’t be afraid, little sister, don’t cry
The world’s still turning under this sky
No one’s coming for your sunrise light
You’re too strong to fear the night
The bombs are bark, the war’s pretend,
It’s always love that wins in the end
So hold that line, and lift your head
You're healing more than wounds you thread 🎶

[Outro – Spoken softly, over fading chords]
"Little sister, while men argue and break things...
you build. You bandage. You believe.
And that makes you stronger than all of them."

Hey Little Sister (Don’t Be Afraid)

Text:
[Verse]
Life in the city is a reality
No place for me to be
Livin' in the streets
These last few years
No one's prepared
For the changes in the air
Livin' in the streets
Innocent youth learnin' the truth
Of their own mortality
Livin' in the streets

[Chorus]
Streetlife
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go
Streetlife
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go

[Verse 2]
When I was young
Life was fun
Then I reached maturity
Livin' in the streets
It's not a sin to be poor
Ain't no shame
No need to hide
Your pride
It's so sad to see good people
Dyin' in the streets
[Chorus]
Streetlife
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go
Streetlife
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go

[Verse 3]
And now my young sons are the ones
And they're still too young to see
Livin' in the streets
And they're so sad
'Cause all they have is a need to survive
Livin' in the streets

[Chorus]
Streetlife
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go
Streetlife
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go

[Outro]
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go
Livin' in the street
Streetlife
Got nowhere to go

Streetlife

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Cosmic Contradiction

Thomas Brutscher

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