Working clothes are getting colourful
Dirt gets less noticable
Grey facades of stone shimmering in lust
Even the food is likeable
Weґve got the lord to care for us
He blinds our eyes
In spite of it we fall
Coming at full speed
Our aim is to curse creation
This is us waitingfor revenge
'cause of the eating of the apple
Pain for konwledge
Iґm looking for what everybody is looking for
The wide glare of the day
We wonґt find under the roofs of our hell
My lies are lies clear like those of a child
That doesnґt want to tell grey from grey
I feel like a vandal without morals out in the dark
And I donґt want to end it in a womans arms
There are causes for everything
We love the morning and the unknowing betrayal
No heights under the rainbow



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