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Egotheist
03:35
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The only authority you recognize
Is your own puffed up self
Your rigid knees bend no longer
Your haughty lips utter prayers no more
You still wear the mask
Your followers are used to seeing
They either cannot see through it
Or they just joined you in the game and pretend
Do not harden your heart
Repent while you still have time
You put yourself on a highly elevated throne
You see yourself floating up in the heavens
Your servants watch your glory from far down below
You look on them with hardly concealed despise
Do not harden your heart
Repent while you still have time
Cast down imaginations
That have exalted themselves against the knowledge of God
Egotheist
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Turn The Page
01:21
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Turn the page
A new chapter starts
Leave behind
The former one
A new beginning
A clean start
Follow the guide
In your heart
Severe the ties
Clear your path
From the obstacles
Attached to your past
Behold, I make
Everything new
The old is gone
The new has come
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Half Empty
04:24
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You only see a fraction of the picture
But that does not seem to prevent you from jumping to conclusions
Even if they happen to be
Rather far fetched
You feel far superior to those
With a different opinion
Not even attempting to look at the matter
From a different angle
You're ready to stir up animosity
Even with those you call your friends
Your half-baked opinions are
More precious for you
You should know better
And remember what’s really important
What the real values are
That would be worth fighting for
You swear it is clearly half empty
And simply cannot be half full
While we cannot even know for certain
Whether or not „it” exists at all
You will keep on preaching
Until you are blue in the head
The failure of others to agree with you
Only further ignites your zeal
All the while you do not realize
Your focus should be on something else
What you so vehemently propagate
Is just chasing after the wind
You swear it is clearly half empty
And simply cannot be half full
While we cannot even know for certain
Whether or not „it” exists at all
Lift up your head
Stop staring into the mud
Set your eyes
Beyond the sky
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Friendly Fire
04:20
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Another surprise attack
But this time it came
From where it was
Least expected
It caught me off guard
It made me confused
It took me some time
To gather what happened at all
I trusted you
I called you my brother and friend
In hindsight it is clear to see
That trust was misplaced
Clearly your judgement
Got very clouded
You can’t see anymore
What’s wrong and what is right
You have put yourself
Above everyone else
Nobody else seems
To matter to you now
No consideration
For anyone else
The love inside your heart
Has grown cold as ice
What really hurts though
Is not what you did
But to see you like this
With such a twisted aim
Walking step by step
Closer to the edge
That you cannot even see
In the pitch black darkness
Turn back before it’s too late
Change your course while you can
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5. |
Monochrome
02:34
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A constant landscape of grey
Where nothing ever changes
The dull scenery is surely
Corroding the soul
No stimulus to react to
The passing days – monotone
No distinct forms
Just blurry patches – monochrome
Barely getting any signal
From the vast space enclosing you
Stuck on a desert island
In this sea of tranquility
No stimulus to react to
The passing days – monotone
No distinct forms
Just blurry patches – monochrome
Come over and bathe
In all the colours
On the painter’s palette
Of the Creator
Lose yourself in Him entirely
And experience life to the full
Come over and bathe
In all the colours
On the painter’s palette
Of the Creator
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Into Oblivion
03:50
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Ghosts
Of failures of the past
Haunting
Trying to paralyze me
To put my feet in shackles
Grab me with their filthy hands
And clothe me in heavy, rusty chains
I won’t let them set my course
Determine my next steps
I lift up my head
To face the wind
When the devil is shouting in my ear
I will listen to the still small voice
That knows better
I won’t let the demons of the past
Determine my next steps
Come down to the shore
Of the sea of forgetfulness
Throw in the ghosts
And watch them sink
Into oblivion
We gotta learn from our past
But let it be past
Let the dead bury the dead
And let the living live
Live and breathe freely
Freely from what once was
Come down to the shore
Of the sea of forgetfulness
Throw in the ghosts
And watch them sink
Into oblivion
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Diabolic Minds
04:09
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Cheap entertainment
Mass hysteria
Artificial distractions
From what really matters
Hijacking your attention
Draining your energy
Filling you with garbage
Inside
Be the person
You are supposed to be
Know your worth
Don’t give your values away
Dirty hands are reaching out
In your direction
Dirty hands wanna grab you
And never let you go
Diabolic minds making up schemes
To enslave your heart
Diabolic minds sowing seeds
Of death
Ridiculing
Noble causes
Replacing them with
Worthless lazy fun
Bombarding you
With news about disasters
Inducing anxiety
To steal your peace of mind
Be the person
You are supposed to be
Know your worth
Don’t give your values away
Dirty hands are reaching out
In your direction
Dirty hands wanna grab you
And never let you go
Diabolic minds making up schemes
To enslave your heart
Diabolic minds sowing seeds
Of death
Don’t let their appearance fool you
They are not what they seem
They may look like angels of light
But really they are ambassadors of hell
Shun them and seek your Saviour
He is the way, the truth, the life
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Another Soul
03:48
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Holding on to your disguise
You cannot risk to be exposed
Your true feelings must be hidden
The mask of strength must be kept on at all cost
Terrified of the mere idea
Of opening up to anyone
To ask for or even accept
The compassion of another soul
You’re getting tired of playing
This role you have been clinging to
So desperately for so long
You’re confused about who you really are
Trusting no one at all
Considering that a sign of weakness
Closing into your own self
No wonder you are suffocating
Terrified of the mere idea
Of opening up to anyone
To ask for or even accept
The compassion of another soul
You’re getting tired of playing
This role you have been clinging to
So desperately for so long
You’re confused about who you really are
Come, return to the Father
He’s standing there with open arms
Resist the fear of rejection
He will heal your broken heart
You’re getting tired of playing
This role you have been clinging to
So desperately for so long
You’re confused about who you really are
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9. |
Start Anew
04:35
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You’ve been pushed to the edge
Trying to keep your balance
Not to fall off the cliff of serenity
Into the abyss of despair
Every minute a struggle
Every second a battle
This insecurity is
Grinding you down
Look in
To the future
With a fresh mind
Leave the past behind
Easily triggered
The slightest movement of the finger can shoot you down
In a spiral
Of anguish and mental agony
Every minute a struggle
Every second a battle
You desperately need a break
From this living hell
Look in
To the future
With a fresh mind
Leave the past behind
All this frustration
By the current state of affairs
Let it go from your mind
Get ready to start anew
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