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Opening the circle avoiding the loop
linking patterns in a single group
expending our lives further than this world
widening our views, focusing our thoughts

Weightlessness of an unlocked mind
gliding above the world of thoughts
bypassing second-hand visions
aiming at the core of existence
ascertaining horizons
summarizing abstractions
constructing new foundations
with freshly found explanations

The quest is never-ending
but you keep on growing
paradise is at hand
you re born in, you re born with
but still searching for it
in your head is the promised land

Reaching greatness mirrored inside what s left unpeeled
extending knowledge to frontiers of understanding
converting doubt and hate into love and faith
ascending from within, accessing our realm

The quest is never-ending
but you keep on growing
paradise is at hand
you re born in, you re born with
but still searching for it
in your head is the promised land

Converting doubt and hate into love and faith

The quest is never-ending
but you keep on growing
paradise is at hand
you re born in, you re born with
but still searching for it
in your head is the promised land

We can bring the apocalypse
In our Vatican in line six
We?re the face of the end of time
We can burn and leave no ash behind

Now it?s butcher time

We were never Satanists
Never bit on the Christian myth

Gain on shit

There is no life
In what you selling me
There is no life
The love that you offer
Is synthetic stuff
Is synthetic stuff
I can`t see any happiness
In what you`re dealing
You can keep goin` for it
You only gain on shit
Goin for it
Gain on shit

Germ free adolescents

I know she s antiseptic
her deodorant smells nice
I d like to get to know you
But you re deep frozen like the ice
She s a germ free adolescent
Cleanliness is her obsession
She cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away scrub away scrub away
The S.R. way....
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Bucket shop

First stop was the bucket shop
To pick the pieces of your life up
And scream looking back at all that you despise

Thinking back to the chicken shack
And the smashing of the glass
And the knife in the back well…
My boy who will believe your lies
All of your lies

And no one s going...

Gotta be somebody

This time I wonder what it feels like
To find the one in this life
The one we all dream of
But dreams just aren t enough
So I´ll be waiting for the real thing.
I know it by the feeling.
The moment when we´re meeting
Will play out like...