THAT PLACE IN MY MIND - IS THAT SPACE THAT YOU CALL MINE

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Giving it all up to be the best, to be the leader of the blind. But who leads me?
Being only the one who is outnumbered. Never knowing who I am and where I am going.

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So bad feelings in my head
They make me sad
Are they plain or as complex as they could be?
Are they disastrous and killing me?

The nails are turned into my through
I’m sick of being everyone’s scapegoat

My blood is poisoned by my fear
Sweetest dreams so near

The road with an dead end
My heart bends until it breaks
It’s pounding in my chest
Until I rest (in piece)

My end
Dying
Dying with fear in my eyes
Dying
Dying with fear in my heart
My end

It’s ending
Ending, what is ending?
I don’t know
But this is the end of this.

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Wanna be

Wanna be the best - better than the rest.
Wanna be free - flying like a bee.
Wanna see you.
Wanna be with you.
Wanna talk to you.
Wanna here your voice.
Wanna be, wanna be,
Wanna be, wanna be.

Will that be?
Won’t that be?
We will see.

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BLACK MATH

Teaching me is not good.
Learn the lessons and forget them.
The numbers in my head
cause headache.

It’s Black Math - Numbers painted black.
It’s me and math.

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Deadly wounded

I’m wounded.
I know it’s time to die.
Why are you pushing me?
Please, let me die in peace.
Peace with myself, with the world
and with all my foes.

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DER TRAUM

Ich wandere über ein gefrorenes Feld.
Mir ist kalt und ich friere.
Mein Körper erträgt diese Kälte nicht mehr länger.
Ich beginne zu rennen.
Meine Beine schmerzen.
Ich atme schwer.
Die eiskalte Luft schneidet in meinen Lungen.
Es ist eine merkwürdige Art von Schmerz.
Ich stolpere und falle zu Boden.

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Is ein Traum den ich mal hatte

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I sit on the ground.
The sand is cold.
I look up into the sky.
The three moons seem to come closer each day.
I think someday they are in my reach.
But I know they wont.

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If you would see into my eyes you’ll see nothing,
But if I look into your eyes I see everything.
Everything that is pleasing.
Yes everything.

If I lay a hand on you I see your whole life.
It’s a deep dive.
Into your life.

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The weapons which wounded me are gone
but the wounds are still there.

No fighting,
No praying
No sleeping

You’ve wounded me
You’ve hurt me

Don’t sleep
Don’t pray

Just bring it to the end.

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Am I loving you? (Why?)
Am I insane. (Yes)
Maybe I’m loving you
But am I insane because I’m loving you?

This is my life.
This is my right.
Am I right if I fight?

Give me.
Oh give me something

I’m alive but I’m still hurt.
If someone would say me what is right
I would be able to fight

Fight for my right.
Am I right to fight?


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Der Regen der meine Haut herunter rinnt.
Der Wind der meine langen schwarzen Haare wehen lässt.
Die Sonne die mir Wärme und Licht schenkt.
Der Schnee der mir einen Platz zum verstecken gab.
All das soll ich jetzt nicht mehr spüren und fühlen können.
Nur weil ich mich ein wenig zu nah an der Grenze bewegte.
Das alles hier würde mir fehlen. ... Aber du nicht.
Ich verstehe dich nicht. Ich weiß nicht ob ich an dich glauben soll.
Wenn es sein muss verstoße und verlasse mich. Doch beschwer dich nicht, wenn die Welt, die du geschaffen hast um mich trauert.

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Hinter einem hübschen Gesicht und Lachen,
aus dem sich Viele etwas machen,
verbirgt sich oft nur trauriger Schein,
verschleiert ein miserables Sein.



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