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You have labelled me
06:53
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You have labelled me
I count to ten…
I am standing in a white room
The computer still works
The fan makes a humming sound
I am openening the aperture,
Have climbed on the window bench
Further down drones are passing by
Behind the city`s wall dispreads the horizon
Wind is drawing me outside
I count to ten
You have labelled me
You have labelled me
I am a product of your society
Calculated Education in the past
Machines rule my life
Pills keep my self-motivation running
I am a puppet of your machine
You have labelled me
You have labelled me
I am a product of your society
I count to ten
I remember a graffiti on the wall
See my life passing by
See my future, see my past
I turn around
Leave the office
Leave the building
Pass the crowd
Leave the city
I see my life
See my future
You labelled me
You labelled me
I am a product of your society
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2. |
November The First
07:35
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November the first
The train is leaving
a man celebrates the fall of the empire
all darkness ends
all ignorance ends
Indeed we stood at a void
No chance to turn around
long ago we left the path
he stopped wasting time
His name is November the first
a silly dude,
is following the tracks
decided to destroy the town
of sins called Babylon
He could never trust anyone
or trust in something to believe
There was nothing caught him
when he was falling
So he made his decision
to destroy all men and life
Sadness made him feel lonely
he had forgotten to ask someone
Alone in the train,
he hears the explosions
hear people screaming
it’s the last day of Babylon
he left them alone
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3. |
About Strangers
07:29
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About strangers
It was no pleasant journey
It’s not nice to rest
Now, I`ve no voice no more
I can’t speak, don’t wanna listen
Can only sit and wait
I see the city s wall
I’m waiting here in the outdoor hall
Surrounded by fences, surrounded by guards
Time, NEEDS, and consequences
Every moment is passing by with another horror
I`ve got voice
I`ve got no speech
I`ve got no choice
I’ve go power
My feet are bleeding
My hands are useless
I’ve got no control
Wilderness doesn’t know any fences
Human perversity needs this distinction
People like me have no voice
We only can accept the power
A minority with wounded feet
Reduced to the basics of life
I`ve no control
They are judging me
I am a stranger
No one trust me
Everybody spites on me
My feet are bleeding
My hands are useless
Thoughts are painful
Everything hurts
I`ve got voice
I`ve got no speech
I`ve got no choice
I’ve go power
My feet are bleeding
My hands are useless
I’ve got no control
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I see my soul
I see birds in the sky
somebody has taken my soul
In the world, I see clouds
I see forests
I see trees, I see bees
I see, I see, I see
No one is surrounding me
No one is embracing me
I take my soul
In the sky
I hear the birds cry
The wind is hauling
Storm is rising up
and I feel the darkness
I feel the darkness
And I walk on
I walk on
I walk on
Everything is so suspicious
I have lost my believes
I have painted my soul in the sky
Everything is so suspicious
is so strange
The trees are losing their leaves
I am closing in
I paint my soul
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Joye and other Dreads Mönchengladbach, Germany
Founded 2014 - We are Joye and other Dreads, a punk art project. We work with music, film, video installations, stories and exhibitions.
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