Belfast

All around the world some people fuck each other in the head
They don’t give a fuck if their opinion makes the other people sad.
Some of them believe in Jesus, the other pledge allegiance on the flag
All around the world some people fuck each other in the head.

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So instead of hugging each other, we misuse the power and hail the king,
Go and sing beloved Eyre. All together in one ring.
Some of them are green of nature. The other has some orange in the blood.
The reveries of the undivided nation has blown up like a petard.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So we go on the street in order to express our pain and rage.
And we want to speak of freedom, using bricks and baseball bates.
After a second of silence… Whack! The violence overrides the men.
You can read in their eyes: we will fight for the emblem.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Fist in a face is the first in your faith!

Belfast

All around the world some people fuck each other in the head
They don’t give a fuck if their opinion makes the other people sad.
Some of them believe in Jesus, the other pledge allegiance on the flag
All around the world some people fuck each other in the head.

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So instead of hugging each other, we misuse the power and hail the king,
Go and sing beloved Eyre. All together in one ring.
Some of them are green of nature. The other has some orange in the blood.
The reveries of the undivided nation has blown up like a petard.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Belfast, it’s your fault!
They tell you: Belfast, it’s your fault!

So we go on the street in order to express our pain and rage.
And we want to speak of freedom, using bricks and baseball bates.
After a second of silence… Whack! The violence overrides the men.
You can read in their eyes: we will fight for the emblem.

Do you feel better, if you try to be more than you are?

Fist in a face is the first in your faith!

Fighter

Look at yourself!
Don’t you see the reason to not stop to fight
And going to and through?
Listen to your heart,
This is the rhythm to go forwards
To move in spite of rules
You feel like in the movie,
You kill, what you are living for?
You mosh, music is groovy,
So count: one, two, three, four

You wanna feel my microphone
You’re gonna feel like it’s getting better

Through all my life I don’t know why
I’m like a fighter
Through all my life I don’t know why
I’m one who don’t respect the laws

I’m fighter! Don’t you wanna ask me why?

If you so ambitious, so have the guts to admit it
If you so ambitious, why don’t you tell the truth?

Dæfa

Dæfa is a variety of noise. It’s a variety of voice
It’s a variety of passion that we bear inside our hearts
It’s a variety of pain. I feel it’s sort of fame
To create another planet out of sound, air and flame

Dæfa is a variety of things; you’ll get there everything,
If you have a bit of passion, just as much as a vibrating string.
It’s a variety of noise; I hope you feel the choice
I hope you feel, I hope you feel, I hope you feel like

We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun
We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun

Dæfa is a variety of waves, it’s a variety of breaks
It’s a variety of vibes that we spread all around this place
It’s variety of voice I hope you feel the choice
I hope you feel, I hope you feel, I hope you feel like

We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun
We are one in the endless space, where time’s just begun

My Life

I know you and you know me
My life is very short
It’s like the ecstasy, that throws you overboard

When I look at the crowd and I see your face
I feel the life, the life is moving
When I look at the crowd and see your face
I feel the life, it throws me overboard.

You know me and I know you
My life feels so real,
It’s like the canoe,
That’s gliding down the river.

She loves him and he loves her,
Their love is so sincere,
It hurts when they’re apart.
It helps when love is killed.

When I look at the crowd and I see her face
I feel the life, the life is grooving,
When I look at the crowd and I see her face
I feel the life, it surfs somewhere along the stage.

Satisfaction

You heard that something’s going wrong
People in their gardens searching for the sense
Sense of their lives; lives full of frustration, gene manipulation
With nothing to rely on, with nowhere to escape.

You read that GREED PRODUCE OBSESSION
Overpopulation asking for the justice, asking for some food
Food ensures existence; networks cover distances
You’re a part of the global village with nothing to decide

You ask, what about me, what about us,
what about living in-betweens and failures

You feel something’s going wrong. You long for a satisfaction!

You think that nothing’s going to be right
Liars and lawyers fighting for your voice
Asking you to vote
They want to be elected, all the rest can be neglected
You have no one to rely on with nothing to believe…

You ask, what about me, what about us,
what about living in-betweens and failures
You feel something’s going wrong. You long for a satisfaction!

I’m in despair

Why I cannot live there, where my love goes mad
and my sadness takes notice of nowhere
this is the true process
in no place out of time
am I to lose my mind and fall in crime, am I?

Tell me no lies, I’m dying
Give me no liaison, darling

I’m in despair!
I cannot resist to spices of life
I have to consume them till I’ll have to die
Is this the way I explore the life
Or is this the way to die on the highway?

Tell me no lies, I’m dying
Give me no liaison, darling

On my way to another world, I have survived
This is how I knew that you’ll be living in the paradise.

She’s got red sued shoes; they’re on her feet.
She’s got a white suite. It really fits.
She’s got a blond hair on her head.
She’s gotta blue eyes. They make me mad
So put the blame on me, I run away and sing
put the blame on me, I run away and sing

I hate your party

She told me “Hey, baby, yeah! Let’s go to Ann’s
She has a lot of wine; we’ll have a lot of romance”
I told her “Hey, I feel like a kind of renegade
Because those friends of yours; they really need an upgrade”

I hate your party. It’s overrated.
Is that why you have to hate me?

So we are sitting here, in the backyard,
You’re talking Jackie Braun versus Goddard
You don’t laugh at my jokes

And I hate your style
I want you shut your mouth for a while

I hate your party. It’s overrated.
Is that why you have to hate me?

I’ll smash your party
I’m filled with hatred
I’ll smashed your party
It’s so fucking overrated!

Soul Fire

Unforgettable life doesn’t exist
My burning soul desires for a feast
I look in the mirror and I see your face,
Collisions of stars in your eyes in slow pace,
I mean like slow motion in a Hollywood movie:
Explosions in the sky- awe and fury
My only desire is soul…

Fire is my only desire
Fire! Desire for a feast
Fire!
Fire is a real bliss

My soul lives in the ether of the outer space,
Where the living and the dead kiss and embrace,
The life goes on and the heart gives the beat
And my ardent feeling move every toe on my feet
My only desire is soul fire

An artwork without an end is a bliss,
Without the final tableaux and remix,
Without curtains that fall and cut
The life in two pieces: a happy and a sad
My ardent soul works as an amplifier
My only desire is soul fire!

Mr Diabolino

I’m mister Diabolino, right from Berlin,
The spirit of the city with character und spin
I’ve got the magic power to produce joy and pain
Don’t try to escape me. It’s all in vain..
I’m mister Diabolino, right from Berlin,
where entertainment and obsession turn at hairspin
Sometimes I use a very painful therapy
Broken hopes and aching muscles to rejoice of your enemies

So let us rock, since I’m outside
Let us rock
Hello! I’m just outside
Hello! I’ll give you a ride
Hello! I said hello!

I’m mister Diabolino, right from Berlin
Spirit of the city spiked with vice and sin-
I’m an ugly creature from the ancient times,
I’m troll that steals the gold on the bed of Rhine
I’m mister Diabolino, your guide in Berlin
It doesn’t matter if you’re high, drunk or clean.
I’ll pop up at your party and make an awfull mess
I don’t give a monkey’s, so regret and confess