Sand Clock Watcher

by turahtan

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What is the life? Hardly watch what you get. Don't you care about the other? Is it the way to regret and forget That all the people are sisters and brothers? We own the one, the one rising sun. We own the one, the one rising sun. And here or there, that's nothing to share. We own the one, the one rising sun. Foreigner, fiend, I don't know what to say, Almost not possible even to come free... May be tomorrow I'll be by myself Simply a stranger in your unknown country. We own the one, the one rising sun. We own the one, the one rising sun. And here or there, that's nothing to share. We own the one, the one rising sun. Soldier, buddy, through out your gun. Don't obey madness crooks politicians. Price to be paid, to get out the sun, To satisfy their self-love ambitions. We own the one, the one rising sun. We own the one, the one rising sun. And here or there, that's nothing to share. We own the one, the one rising sun.
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The Deceiver 02:38
If you are coming I trust you My friend deceiver the night, Tired under disturbing Ruthless and boring day light. Clouds of neon are gleaming Paints of the city sky line, Stars are as countless diamonds Under the wraps of moonshine. Short as a bird of the fire Blind as a moth to the flame, Frivolous slaves of desire Hating the endless dull day. Sheltering darkness is coming, Overturning the sky, The silver light fast on running, Wishing the freedom to fly.
3.
Seven Angels 04:41
Lie a red thread of your life, as the glue for events stack to. For your carrier as the knife, road cutter, road cutter. Just be strong, don't care if You glance back to all base comings, And the thing you still believe, Only money, only money. seven angels seven angels seven angels trumpets blow Brooks of lie are running down On the way to feed big rivers Filling up the space around Trusty even, trusty even. Information spinning streams Every day and don't wonder. Get the pool you have to swim, Propaganda, propaganda. seven angels seven angels seven angels trumpets blow War by war will come and go, Death on numbers, no feeling. On the news you get to know, Rutting keeling, rutting keeling. Politicians sell the world On the play that seems as endless. Dollars pounds, bloody gold, Deadly madness, deadly madness. seven angels seven angels seven angels trumpets blow
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I'm tired daily to play with the death. I wanna be back from the war. I simply would like to awake in my bed. I wanna be back from the war. I only desire to feel my sweet home. I wanna be back from the war. To see you again and all things so on... I wanna be back from the war. I wanna be back, I wanna be back, I wanna be back from the war. I can't stop the play and I'm playing again. It seems I'm not back from the war. Can't sleep in the night on my bracing to fight. Are you sure I'm back from the war? My home is surrounded by enemies. It seems I'm not back from the war. I know that I'm free, but you forgot me. Are you sure I'm back from the war? It seems I'm not back, It seems I'm not back, It seems I'm not back from the war. I try just to be and what can I see? Just it comes again, it's the war. I am now alone. I don't need a home. Again it's with me, it's the war. I say: "don't touch", I'm ready to punch. Now it comes again, it's the war. And all what I know I'm ready to go. And all what I am, is the war. And all what I am, and all what I am, and all what I am, is the war.
5.
In the beginning my generation On photo albums of black and white, Keeping a bit of imagination On understanding what is behind. This happy world helps us very easy To recognize what is true what's lie. Simply to use this straight kind of vision To understand dual toned life. On TV screens boasting politicians Watering us with the rainbow fakes, Media streams, noisy rattle transmissions, Pushing supports all the dirty games. Trying look out, don't be so lazy Watching in crowds fireworks tonight, On taking off rose-tinted glasses... You're welcome back to the true day light.
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We Are Sold 02:39
Nothing special for tomorrow As the same is for today, Stupid smile that you have borrowed Never helps you any way. You are running in a hurry, Trying hard to play the role, Stranger's hand writes your diary Something that you can't control. Huge and massive propaganda, Jungle lows on coming hell, What you want is just to wonder If your days will turn for well. Crowds around are sad and noisy, Time has gone and things look blue, Pressing life is a bulldozer Draws the destiny for you. We are sold...
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tell me my Angel how easy to be you can not get any troubles with me all things are clear and pure as gold calm happy life on reliable world I am running I am the Wolf and behind me the chase I'm pretending to play the fool to allow them to trace can you see all my dirty claws what you want to expect I'm not crying and jungle lows far enough to respect I have known all the shots of guns bullets on deadly whistle hunters trying to stop my runs turning the thing to ill all the places when I have been do you know what it is how torn pieces of stranger's skin stuck on around my teeth
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released October 19, 2013

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