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  1. #141
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  2. #142
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    Oct 2017

    Darkness at the break of noon
    Shadows even the silver spoon
    The handmade blade, the child's balloon
    Eclipses both the sun and moon
    To understand you know too soon
    There is no sense in trying

    Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
    Suicide remarks are torn
    From the fool's gold mouthpiece
    The hollow horn plays wasted words
    Proves to warn that he not busy being born
    Is busy dying

    Temptation's page flies out the door
    You follow, find yourself at war
    Watch waterfalls of pity roar
    You feel to moan but unlike before
    You discover that you'd just be
    One more person crying

    So don't fear if you hear
    A foreign sound to your ear
    It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

    As some warn victory, some downfall
    Private reasons great or small
    Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
    To make all that should be killed to crawl
    While others say don't hate nothing at all
    Except hatred

    Disillusioned words like bullets bark
    As human gods aim for their mark
    Made everything from toy guns that spark
    To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
    It's easy to see without looking too far
    That not much is really sacred

    While preachers preach of evil fates
    Teachers teach that knowledge waits
    Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
    Goodness hides behind its gates
    But even the president of the United States
    Sometimes must have to stand naked

    An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
    It's only people's games that you got to dodge
    And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

    Advertising signs that con you
    Into thinking you're the one
    That can do what's never been done
    That can win what's never been won
    Meantime life outside goes on
    All around you

    You lose yourself, you reappear
    You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
    Alone you stand, with nobody near
    When a trembling distant voice, unclear
    Startles your sleeping ears to hear
    That somebody thinks they really found you

    A question in your nerves is lit
    Yet you know there is no answer fit
    To satisfy, ensure you not to quit
    To keep it in your mind and not forget
    That it is not he, or she, or them, or it
    That you belong to

    But though the masters make the rules
    For the wise men and the fools
    I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

    For them that must obey authority
    That they do not respect in any degree
    Who despise their jobs, their destiny
    Speak jealously of them that are free
    Do what they do just to be
    Nothing more than something they invest in

    While some on principles baptized
    To strict party platform ties
    Social clubs in drag disguise
    Outsiders they can freely criticize
    Tell nothing except who to idolize
    And say "God bless him"

    While one who sings with his tongue on fire
    Gargles in the rat race choir
    Bent out of shape from society's pliers
    Cares not to come up any higher
    But rather get you down in the hole
    That he's in

    But I mean no harm, nor put fault
    On anyone that lives in a vault
    But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

    Old lady judges watch people in pairs
    Limited in sex, they dare
    To push fake morals, insult and stare
    While money doesn't talk, it swears
    Obscenity, who really cares
    Propaganda, all is phony

    While them that defend what they cannot see
    With a killer's pride, security
    It blows the minds most bitterly
    For them that think death's honesty
    Won't fall upon 'em naturally
    Life sometimes must get lonely

    My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
    Graveyards, false goals, I scuff
    At pettiness which plays so rough
    Walk upside down inside handcuffs
    Kick my legs to crash it off
    Say, okay, I've had enough
    What else can you show me?

    And if my thought-dreams could be seen
    They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
    But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only

    Masterpiece imo

  3. #143
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    Aug 2006
    Wer unten ist, fordert Gleichheit. Wer oben ist, behauptet, sie sei erreicht. Lothar Schmidt

  4. #144
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    Sep 2002
    Zitat Zitat von rollör Beitrag anzeigen

  5. #145
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    Aug 2006
    Kartenhauskörper - Rumliegen (Official Audio)

    Wer unten ist, fordert Gleichheit. Wer oben ist, behauptet, sie sei erreicht. Lothar Schmidt

  6. #146
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    Oct 2017


  7. #147
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    May 2005
    Schwachmaten aller Länder vereinigt euch hier im TF


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