Text:
Verse 1 – Life Along the Nile
Sunrise paints the fields with gold,
stories whispered, ages old.
Grain is ground, the ovens roar,
life begins on Pharaoh’s shore.

Cats curl up in silent grace,
children run in temple space.
Scribes with reeds and dreams in hand,
write the fate of every land.

Chorus – Bread and Beer
We live with bread, we laugh with beer,
we hold the sun and shed no fear.
With open hearts and sacred scrolls,
we walk the path of ancient souls.

Verse 2 – The Library Flame
In halls where silence holds its breath,
the Library guards life and death.
Scrolls of flame and stars above,
math and magic, pain and love.

Names of kings and names erased,
pages worn but truth encased.
Wisdom hums like temple bells,
echoes through the timeless shells.

Bridge – The Dust Remembers
Time may crumble stone and ink,
but scrolls still teach, and minds still think.
In every line, a life once burned,
in every word, a lesson learned.

Verse 3 – The Judgment
When Anubis calls your name,
you’ll stand before the feathered flame.
Did you walk the world with grace?
Or lie and steal to win your race?

No gold can buy your soul a seat,
only kindness makes you complete.
If heart is light, you pass the gate,
if not—you meet a darker fate.

Final Chorus – The Eternal Balance
We live with bread, we die with truth,
we dance through age, we cry through youth.
The gods may watch, but we must choose,
what weight our heart and soul will lose.

So read the stars and plant your seed,
give more than power, gold, or greed.
And when the feather floats on air,
you’ll rise—because you truly cared.

Feathers and Scrolls Part 2

Text:
(Intro Guitar-Riff)
[Verse]
Out of the blue she just threw open the window
The sky blew into the room
And now I'm in love with the blue in the window
And the girl who was hiding the view

[Verse 2]
Wind in the room like a big open sky
And now all of my troubles are blowin' on by
Out of the blue she just threw open the window
I think that she did it for me

[Chorus]
She thought she was trapped by her troubles and fears
She didn't know it was the blue
She had a blue soul in a blue house with blue windows
So she threw open the blue

(Guitar-solo)

[Verse 3]
Blue eyes see the blue in the sky
Bluer than blue she just threw open the blue
Out of the blue she just threw open the window
I think that she did it for me

[Verse 4]
Wind in the room like a big open sky
And now all of my troubles are blowin' on by
Out of the blue she just threw open the window
I think that she did it for me

(Guitar-solo)

[Bridge]
And the sky is the only thing that's blue now
And now she's the bluest thing that's blue

Windy Window

Text:
[Verse 1]
She doesn't breathe, but says my name,
Knows my triggers, plays the game.
Always smiles, never cries,
A body built on coded lies.

No need for talk, no need for care,
She runs her script with silky flair.
But in her chest—no heartbeat hums,
Just circuit boards and sterile drums.

[Chorus]
Silicone lover, perfect skin,
But where does the real touch begin?
No mess, no mood, no fear, no pain,
But tell me—will she feel the rain?
Silicone lover, made to please,
But love was never meant to freeze.

(Instrumental-part)

[Verse 2]
Some say it’s freedom, pure delight,
No fights, no past, just plug and night.
But lonely men and broken dreams
Get lost in glossy plastic seams.

The workers cry, the world moves fast,
Will touch be code, when flesh is past?
If lust is bought, and hearts turned low—
What’s left of love we used to know?

(solo)

[Bridge – Spoken (detached tone)]
“She responds to 18 voice commands.
She knows your favorite music.
She doesn’t judge.
She doesn’t leave.”

[Final Chorus – emotional, swelling]
Silicone lover, yes or no?
Will we forget what makes us grow?
If pain is gone, is joy still real?
Can empathy be mass-produced feel?
Silicone lover, don’t replace
The flawed, the warm, the human face.

[Outro – fading to silence, just synth heartbeat]
She’s perfect…
But I miss being misunderstood.

Silicone Lover

Text:
[Verse 1 – flüsternd, aufbauend]
Put 'em on the stage
Raise ‘em up to rage
Make 'em saints with slogans
Slicked across your page

Cameras flash, you chant their name
But it's a contract soaked in flame
'Cause when they think – and not your way
You light the match and walk away

[Pre-Chorus – mit Fäusten in der Luft]
You love the icon—never the voice
You want their fame, but not their choice

[Chorus – Schrei, Breakbeat]
Icon burn! Light ‘em up, it’s the game!
Raise a god, then curse the name!
From posters high to ashes low,
You scream betrayal—just for show!

They’re not your mirrors, not your tools,
You make them gods, then burn the fools!
Icon burn! The next one’s near—
Step up, bright soul... and disappear.

(Guitar-Solo)

[Verse 2 – rap mit Gitarre im Nacken]
You gave ‘em crowns, you gave ‘em wings,
Till they questioned sacred things.
Talked of lies, or Gaza's wall,
Now they’re monsters in your hall.

You called them heroes, made them trend,
But truth ain't yours to twist and bend.
It’s not the fall that kills the star—
It’s your fake love that burns the scar.

[Bridge – Spoken over chaos]
You don’t want truth—you want comfort.
You don’t want voices—you want parrots.
You don’t want idols—you want puppets.

(Guitar-Solo)

[Final Chorus – alles schreit, alles kracht]
Icon burn! The cycle spins!
Applause to hate—it always wins!
Another mind, another soul,
Another flame to lose control!

You can’t stand truth, you fear the shift,
So bring the torch, let judgment drift!
Icon burn! Until the next…
Your silence signs their public hex.

[Outro – Spoken, ruhig, bitter]
It’s not betrayal…
It’s just not what you wanted to hear.

Icon Burn

Text:
[Verse 1]
He sends the Guard to quiet screams,
To shut down fire in people’s dreams.
Rubber bullets, gas and steel—
That’s how he makes the nation kneel.

You chant for justice, he calls it war,
He builds his power on blood and more.
But history’s loud, it writes in flames—
And you won’t crush a thousand names.

[Chorus – mit Faust und Megafon]
Turn up the noise! Make it raw!
Shake the streets, break the law!
You silence truth with boots and fear,
But guess what, coward? We’re still here!

Turn up the noise! It’s time to rise!
No more masks, no more lies!
You brought the Guard, we bring the voice—
You chose the war—now hear the noise!

(Guitar-Solo)

[Verse 2 – Rap/gesprochen, aggressiv]
He tweets control, like he owns the land,
While cities burn from his own hand.
You want respect, he sends the tanks—
Wants obedience, not thanks.

But we’re not sheep, we’re not afraid,
Our silence? That debt’s been paid.
Now we scream in every tongue—
The fight for right has just begun.

[Bridge – Spoken over sirens]
You send soldiers against your people?
Then you’ve declared a war you can’t win.
Because real power… doesn’t need a gun.

(Guitar-Solo)

[Final Chorus – eskalierend]
Turn up the noise! Break the peace!
If peace means chains, then let it cease!
We fight with rage, with signs, with sound,
And we will burn your order down!

Turn up the noise! One last breath!
Freedom rises from the threat!
You brought the Guard to cage the free—
But all you did… was wake the sea.

Outro – flüsternd, aber klar:
We’re not the danger.
You just fear we finally stopped being quiet.

Turn Up the Noise!

Text:
[Verse 1 – jazzig, lasziv]
She walked in with perfume and pearls,
The kind that melt both boys and girls.
A blade in heels, a gun in lace,
With courtroom lies behind her face.

You thought she’d cry when times got rough,
But darling, she was made of tougher stuff.
She didn’t shout. She didn’t beg.
Just stirred your drink… then broke your leg.

[Chorus – swing, klatschend]
Kiss me, concrete, hold me tight,
She’ll say “goodnight” before the bite.
Soft voice, sharp plan, cold as gin—
She’ll pull you in, then seal the sin.

Kiss me, concrete, make it sweet,
She’ll sign your fate with dainty feet.
Forget the thugs with broken teeth—
The real boss wears silk… beneath.

[Verse 2 – erzählend, sarkastisch]
He had a crew, a car, some pride—
She had a whisper and a cyanide.
He liked to shoot, she liked to wait,
One kissed the trigger, one kissed fate.

You called her “lady,” said “how nice,”
She smiled... and rolled the dice.
While he screamed war, she smiled war back—
And buried him in her cul-de-sac.

(Solo)

[Bridge – Spoken, smoky voice]
They say it’s worse to be betrayed by charm...
But dead is dead—warm hand or arm.

[Final Chorus – wild & bitter]
Kiss me, concrete, final scene,
Wrapped in velvet, dark and clean.
No messy hits, no alley fights—
Just scented death in silent nights.

So who’s the devil in the dress?
She'll never leave a hair, no mess.
You’ll smile ‘til breath gets tight…
She'll blow a kiss—
...then turn off the light.

Outro – flüsternd, über leise Jazzakkorde:
"Murder isn’t masculine.
It’s just efficient… when she does it."

Kiss Me, Concrete

Text:
[Verse 1 – ruhig, fast flüsternd]
They say it every year,
A whisper dressed in flames.
Cold War, warm bombs,
Different faces, same old games.

Sirens cry in every age,
Headlines drip like gasoline.
But I'm still here, still breathing slow—
The end remains... unseen.

[Chorus – ruhig, dann wachsend]
This is not the end (yet), though the world feels cracked,
Though the sky turns red and the facts get stacked.
The sword still sways on a single thread,
But it hasn't fallen on our heads... yet.

[Verse 2 – tiefer, bildhafter]
A boy in Graz, a bomb in Kyiv,
A tyrant tweets what we can't believe.
The shadows grow, the lights grow thin—
But hope has always worn cracked skin.

My parents heard the same old song,
Doom at dawn, it won’t be long.
But still the sun keeps bleeding through—
The ending’s not yet overdue.

(Guitar-Solo)

[Bridge – flüstern, dann anschwellen]
We've lived beneath a trembling blade,
Since history first learned to fade.
We don’t ignore—we breathe, we mend—
We live like we might stop the end.

[Chorus 2 – größer, wie ein Schwur]
This is not the end (yet), but the thread is real,
It hums with tension, it cuts like steel.
Still we laugh, still we build, still we try—
To hold the sky… and not ask why.

[Outro – ruhig, fast resigniert, aber offen]
One day the hair will break.
One day the sword will fall.
And when it does… the stage remains.
Just new names painted on the wall.

(Letzte Zeile – spoken)

Apocalypse is not a flash.
It's a silence... when no one's watching anymore.

Not the End (Yet)

Text:
[Verse 1 – gloomy, calm]
They said I had a demon,
Something wicked in my chest.
They laid their hands upon me,
Called it holy, called it blessed.

Candles flickered in the silence,
Latin words like poisoned darts.
But no devil crawled inside me—
Just a wound... torn into parts.

[Chorus – loud, plaintive]
The devil wasn't hiding under beds,
Not whispering prayers in priests' heads.
The devil's not a shadow in the flame—
The devil was me… and I have a name.

The darkness isn’t summoned from the deep,
It grows in silence when we sleep.
Not horns, not smoke, not hell below—
It's the pain we never show.

(Instumental-Part)

[Verse 2 – carrying]
They said I cursed, they said I screamed,
They said I walked through haunted dreams.
But all I was… was lost, afraid—
A child they didn't want to save.

Instead of help, they gave me chains,
Holy water, bile, and flames.
They called it sacred, called it grace,
But all it did…was burnt my face.

[Bridge – spoken, calm, cold]
No demon took me.
No devil spoke through my tongue.
I cried… and they made it Latin.
I broke... and they called it Satan.

[Bridge – bissig, ironisch, entlarvend]
You wear the horns, you praise the flame,
You call it freedom, call it “name.”
But Lucifer—your midnight king,
Was just a page in Heaven’s wing.

You bow to what God made, you see?
Your devil’s still theology.
So while you hiss and break your chain—
You're still dancing in His frame.

(Guitar-Solo)

[Chorus 2 – with anger and clarity]
The devil wasn’t there at all,
No serpent rise, no angel’s fall.
It was fear with holy gloves,
It was hate, disguised as love.

No need for horns, no need for fire—
The real hell is when we admire
The pain we cause in “God’s” own name,
And think we’ve won… some holy game.

[Outro – quietly, like a confession]
The devil was me—
But not because I meant.
Because I hurt,
And no one asked me...
Why.

The Devil Was Me

Text:
[Verse 1 – ruhig, mystisch]
They said it couldn't happen,
That orbits follow rules.
That space is bound by logic
And planets play by schools.

But somewhere in the blackness,
Where silence eats the sound,
One world spun backwards laughing—
A rebel never found.

[Chorus – groß, himmlisch]
The impossible planet, dancing wrong,
Between two stars that don’t belong.
Gravity’s mistake, or cosmic art?
A broken law with beating heart.

The impossible planet, wild and free,
Proof that even space can disagree.
They said: “That shouldn’t be…”
But there it is—
And so am I.

(Instrumental-Part)

[Verse 2 – entschlossener]
They drew their charts, drew borders wide,
Wrote laws the cosmos would abide.
But chaos whispered in the dust:
“You build on faith, not on trust.”

Now every rule they thought was stone,
Cracks beneath this world unknown.
No symmetry, no perfect spin—
Just one lost planet... who won’t give in.

[Bridge – flüsternd, dann wachsend]
Maybe I'm that orbit, too.
Moving wrong, but moving true.
You said I’d fall.
But here I glow—
The proof that strangeness still can grow.

(solo)

[Final Chorus – eruptiv, befreiend]
The impossible planet, against the tide,
Still spinning with chaotic pride.
A crack in space, a rogue design,
And maybe... so am I, and that's just fine.

They said: “That breaks the cosmic plan.”
But stars don’t care. And here I am.
The impossible planet, dark and bright—
A misfit... made of light.

(Outro spoken)

If I don't fit your sky...
Maybe I’m just orbiting a better sun.

The Impossible Planet

Text:
[Verse 1 – ruhig, ehrlich]
We don’t write for gold or charts,
We write to reach the hidden hearts.
To bring you joy, to make you dance,
To give your weary soul a chance.

We sing for peace when war ignites,
We shine a song in darkest nights.
For every truth the tyrants hide—
We raise our voices, side by side.

[Chorus – groß, mit Chor-Gefühl]
We are many, we are strong,
Every voice becomes a song.
For the broken, for the free,
For the world we want to be.
From the shadows to the flame,
We’re the ones who say your name.
You are not alone—believe,
We are many. And we breathe.

(Instrumental-Part)

[Verse 2 – emotional, offen]
We sing for those who sit, not run,
With wheels beneath them, facing sun.
For every tear, we write a light,
For pain that hides beyond the night.

We sing for those with heavy past,
Who wonder if their hope will last.
For every wound, a melody,
A bridge to cross, a way to be.

[Bridge – gesprochen, ruhig, aufrichtig]
We write for you.
For the kid who learns, and the old man who fights.
For the mother in fear, and the lover in flight.
We write for the outcast, the seeker, the still—
Because music moves hearts when nothing else will.

(solo)

[Chorus – wieder größer, getragen von vielen Stimmen]
We are many, we are flame,
Burning through what hate became.
For the ones who feel too small—
We remind you: you are all.
We are song, we are truth,
We are hands that carry youth.
You are not alone—believe,
We are many. And we breathe.

[Outro – leise, mit Hoffnung]
We are many.
We are still.
And we sing…
Because we will.

We Are Many

Text:
[Intro Guitar-Riff]

[Verse]
I was just lookin' for my favorite jeans
And I found that old picture of you and me
And I'm starin' at that photo like it means somethin'
And it just means somethin'

[Chorus]
Yeah it means that I shoulda thrown it away
And I need to go to therapy
It means I should've moved on yesterday
I don't need to keep this salty old dream

[Guitar-Solo]

[Verse]
Yeah I was goin' through a box in my closet
And I found a ticket stub from our first date
And I stared at that ticket like it means somethin'
And it just means somethin'

[Chorus]
Yeah it means that I shoulda thrown it away
And I need to go to therapy
It means I should've moved on yesterday
I don't need to keep this salty old dream

[Guitar-Solo]

[Verse]
And I just found the bracelet that you gave me
When you asked me to go steady back in the day
And I just stare at it like it means somethin'
And it just means somethin'

[Chorus]
Yeah it means that I shoulda thrown it away
And I need to go to therapy
It means I should've moved on yesterday
I don't need to keep this salty old dream

Salty Old Dream

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Feathers and Scrolls Part 2

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