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March in Unison

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The city is dead silent asleep
The night is full of stars
The cemetery gate is open
A bunch of Goths approach it
Birds-nests on their heads
Heavy chains around their necks
Dressed in black frocks
They disturb the resting places
 
They hate ordinary people
Pretend longing for death
They pray to Satan
Because they believe God is dead
They sleep in graves
And they rot there
Because there are worms in their dead skulls
 
Three steps forward and three steps back
They move in unison
Three steps back and three steps forward
Wearing a black armband
 
The music they dance to is monotone
The song is distorted just like by a megaphone
They dress themselves in black, but they don't know why
And the true black souls remain lonely and silent
 
Three steps forward and three steps back
They move in unison
Three steps back and three steps forward
Wearing a black armband
 
We want to be different
We are also completely alone doing this
 
They mix up honesty and tolerance
With shallowness and arrogance
On the wrong way in unison
Indeed always three steps forward
Yet four steps back
 
Three steps forward and three steps back
And everyone marches along
 

Life Before Death

Death is also a gentleman, he makes us
all good losers
I understood death
People always took him too seriously.
Life is much worse and
far too mysterious...'
Life before death...
 
Older than dirt is the search for flat motives
To justify wait for the flash.
Hypocritical no one always strives
to be one of the many.
 
Don't turn your head if you go your own way
He is completely alone.
Being alone doesn't mean life is wasted.
If nothing, the impact seems small.
 
Surrounded by people and yet still lonely,
You have so little in common with so many.
Together in friendship, alone in need,
And there is only one life, a life before death.
 
Life before death...
 
Better to die honest, than to die alive
Broke a lot for so many.
Simply the gift of thinking, not to give away in a panic
And nothing but yourself.
 
Not following the blind, finding himself.
Who stands by his personality.
In the end also stands in defiance and with contempt of death
Because he really lived.
 
Surrounded by people and yet still lonely,
You have so little in common with so many.
Together in friendship, alone in need,
And there is only one life, a life before death.
 
'At the moment of death, every compulsion is gone.
A the moment of death we are free...'
 
Surrounded by people and yet still lonely,
You have so little in common with so many.
Together in friendship, alone in need,
And there is only one life, a life before death.
 
Surrounded by people and yet still lonely,
You have so little in common with so many.
Together in friendship, alone in need,
And there is only one life, a life before death.
 
'Life is much worse and
far too mysterious...'
 

Unison

The city sleeps, dead and silent
Starry night
The cemetery gate is open
The grave people approach
On their heads are birds-nests
Around their necks are heavy chains
On their bodies, black shifts
They disturb the resting places
 
They hate ordinary people
Feign longing for death
They pray to Satan
Because they believe God is dead
They sleep in graves
And they rot there
Because the worms are in their dead skulls
 
Three steps forward and three back
They move in unison
Three steps back and three steps forward
In their black crape clothes
 
The music they dance to is monotone
The song distorted by a megaphone
They clothe themselves in black, but don't know why
And the true black souls remain isolated and silent
 
Three steps forward and three back
They move in unison
Three steps back and three steps forward
In their black crape clothes
 
We want to be different
We stand so that we're also all alone
 
They confuse sincerity and tolerance
With shallowness and arrogance
On the wrong path in unison
Indeed still three steps forward
But four back
 
Three steps forward and three back
And everyone joins in
 

The Machine

The machine once started up,
It then increased in speed.
Now the passengers cannot not jump out,
The last sceptics are cruelly ridiculed.
 
And whoever tried to brake would fly
overboard,
Would lie with smashed head at the wayside.
And on the way, it is believed, to the Promised Land,
The machine now thunders forth
 
Refrain:
And the sceptics have long been in the minority,
Because the majority don't care anyway.
And so the machine stands, never fully rests,
In blind rage at the precipice.
The machine stands at the precipice.
The machine stands at the precipice.
 
Will be treadled with the pedals of progress,
Passengers only used as fuel,
The streets plunged deep in fog,
Questions beyond 'where?' are no longer pursued.
 
And the direction of the way will not be disclosed,
The old men at the wheel are not fascinated by it.
But there, where the street ends in a chasm,
Is the goal of this journey, the end of the trip.
 
[Refrain]
 
(6x)
And the machine never comes to a rest,
It stands in blind rage at the precipice.
 
Stop the machine! (18x)
 

Time

Searched for sounds of the future for so long
That the present was forgotten,
The past cursed.
But the way is only revealed to us
When we look away from time,
Since also the future from today
Is already soon the past.
 
History only goes on,
Because some understand it,
Do not directly take their lives
Into the river of time to drown.
Good ideas are not bound to any period
And time heals no wounds,
Because time is the knife.
 
Some futures will stay future forever,
Those who wish to drive out this idea will never succeed.
Thoughts live on, even when the thinker is long dead,
They are not bound to yesterday, today or tomorrow.
 
History only goes on,
Because some think
And do not directly give their lives
To the current of time.
Good ideas are not bound to any period
And time heals no wounds,
Because time is the knife.