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I was told the pain and hunger was not my fault
How could they be so wrong? And man, of all five billion people you're only one Believed them for far too long Clean hands My land is my home I'm inside the big machine and it's eating me And I am just a wheel in motion, too blind to see The way we are heading now I'm hollow I swallow, but Inside I'm strong Inside I'm free Inside I'm young Inside I'm still me (Since 1990 there have been 93 wars in 70 states all around the world with 5.5 million people dead 75% of those people were civilians 1 million of them were children) Guns don't kill I don't kill Do I? Drink with me, laugh with me, friends for tonight Stay with me, sleep with me, happy tonight I only feel lonely outside this bar Look at me when I speak Who do you think you are? Just look at me now Inside I'm lost Now I'm vain, numb this pain Why is it burning? Clean as rain, not a stain So why am I yearning? I can't sleep I twist and turn In too deep I sweat, I burn I'm afraid that I'll awake Dressed up in a big mistake Then I'd break What if I just closed my eyes? (I'm not clean) What if I shut out the lies? (Blood unseen) And what if I could hear my heart (All over my hands) Accusing me for taking part Of the Machine |
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Welcome inside the machine
It hurts Go numb, go blind One's drilling out a pipe One adjusts the aim One makes trigger parts Weapons as a game All trapped in killing routine Washed clean By this machine On these grey walls Lovely pictures of the weapons we produce But not their actions All are part of the big machine We do our job "Guilty!" But what if we save? And what if we solve? And what if we build? And what What if we lose control? What if we lose control? What if we lose control? What if we lose control? I am just a wheel And what if we stop? |
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We’ve seen it before but safe on our suburb screens
Now I am here in the flesh A witness of war in this godforsaken scene Far from those grey walls See children with guns hatred and fear in their eyes They shoot to release their pain A conflict to solve no matter if someone dies Protecting our interests… Look around, soon there’ll be but ruins to be found Winner will be the last that stands Lethal moves in a game of chess for the depraved King or Pawn? Are you worth to save? (What is the prize for this game we play?) (And who are the ones that finally pay?) If we eat more we’ll get a handful of nothing We’ll be swallowing dirt If we push more we’ll get a fistful of enough We’ll be swallowing blood They told me that we could actually save human lives That armies would preserve the peace And my work would save, solve and build bonds Only lies! And I fed their wallets... It’s strange how we speak of civilised views While we buy that media warface they sell A makeup for "Them" so we can decide who’s to die Cause we love it easy… Here they are - take a good look at the beasts of war! Let the rain wash that paint away… Deep inside everyone’s a mothers little child Longing home, lost and led astray And we prey on this decay! If we eat more we’ll get a handful of nothing We’ll be left with the dirt If we push more we’ll get a fistful of enough I leave this machine... I left my life to ease my pain But I cannot find that cleansing rain... Look around soon there’ll be but ruins to be found We can change - it’s all in our minds... D. Gildenlow Step by step hate controls every heart every soul Every gun pointed at those we paint as Enemies We provide what they need to let the game proceed Stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear Arm to solve, kill to save… God I’ve felt how it smells! "My land’s my home" - we’re blind! I’m sick of the blood I find! Step by step greed controls every heart every soul Arm to kill, kill to live - God how could I believe... |
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I've always loved the sound of rain
Touching so softly my windowpane And then the scent of dew at dawn Coming to greet me from my moist lawn Home I always took it for granted I never valued the drops I shed I failed to see the relation Between my self and world starvation Water's for the chosen But how come we expect us to be those few Me and you? (In this hot, desolate timeglass I met this man, wearing a worn old flyer's cap Every day he had to dig 10 feet down for his daily ration of water ? one poor gallon And so he did, singing while doing it) 10 feet of sand for the thirst But he gave me half of what he was given for a day All for thirst and sanity use While we use up hundred times more What do we do with it? Pipes and bathtubs, sprinklers and fountains Freshwater used as a dump for oil and nuclear waste “Desert people turns humble” he said They know what they have But do they know what they lose when we flush? (But yet, sadly, he looked up to me. Felt a need for our greed, our "freedom". Said all he really wanted was a car and a radio. He too failed to see the relation Between our lives and his starvation) Water's for the chosen Water's for the few Water's for the chosen Water's for the few Life is for the chosen But only if we believe it to be true But we do! But I'm through I'm through I'm through I've always loved the sound of rain |
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This is our home
Our roots go deep Where our ancestors sleep This is the land we've nursed for countless aeons But never ours to keep My tribe is crying Our land is dying But we can't leave This is our home We can't let our past go We're left with your legacy Wide awake, deep at our roots While you move on exploiting We'll sing lullabies for half a million years When my son asks why, what will I reply? But we can't leave This is our home We can't let our past go But we can't leave This is our home If you like concrete alone Then don't make your high lives depend On that past that you let go |
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This was our home
We had our truth Bled for our creed Why must we still bleed? Your tailings are bound Forever in this ground So you come for our holy ground When your nature's gone and your house has burnt down No! For hundreds of years You've hurt this land Eating what's there Leaving a wasteland But there is no space To hold all your mistakes Still you come for our holy ground When your nature's gone and your houses are all burnt down |
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The higher I am reaching - the closer to the sun
The more I learn the less I know for sure For each machine I’m leaving I find a bigger one For each step I turn wiser than before But it’s burning me... Pilgrim, where are you going? Pilgrim, your roads turning bleak Pilgrim, true to your knowing But what will you pay for the Grail that you seek? ... Though these roads seem endless And life seems out of reach The roads I left were better off unwalked If I had just been stronger If I had dared to see Maybe I would not have had to go this far But still I won’t give in... Pilgrim, where are you going? Pilgrim, your roads turning bleak Pilgrim, This quest is your calling ...the curtains are falling... Pilgrim, where are you going? And who sets the price on the answers you seek? |
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Don't disturb me now
I can see the why, the when and how Looking back to see all bridges burn I have reached the point of no return This is zero (Shore Serenity) This is all that is left of me A broken man at a broken sea To be or not to be a wheel in the big machinery That is not the matter of the game Just as long as you can sense the frame Of the big picture (Wheels make the machine) This is all that is left of me A broken man at a concrete sea But now I know that one cell can kill And a big machine stands and falls with a wheel |
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So finally my journey ends
And through this wound my soul can mend Guilt is my blood I'm being drained This is my home, I will stay Inside There's always someone inside Fighting to get outside The "knowing-right-from-wrong side" Our home is inside I've traveled the world around In search for some Grail of mine How could I be so blind? It was always here inside I have only some weeks to give But at last I live Life's just a line of situations A matter of occasions And mystic correlations The work of a machine Here in a world split to nations We fail to see the relations Between the wheel and the Machine And of the scars we're leaving Inside I swear there's someone inside Fighting to get outside Just give it all an hour By the Concrete Lake |
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[southamerican bonus track]
[Music and Lyrics by D.Gildenlow] Through a dusty window I watch the clouds draw near A lovely vision of my doom The sunlight's fading - reflections start to dim Through the dusty window in this room I'm walking through my memories as I'm staring through the glass I have to claim I'm innocent Though I can't remember what I've done these past few nights I can't be the one that Father Kane believes I am I see myself now, in the dusty glass All wired up in this chair My face is foreign and my weary eyes are black I see myself through that stare Eternal alleys that lead to walls hidden behind unlocked doors I claim the handle, I need to see Even though I'll surely be afraid of what I may find... ...beyond the mirror! (Inside the circle) I walk through mazes of cold corridors Searching for the core of my mind My heartbeats reach out to find another pulse That once was bound and confined The two different heartbeats, becoming one Are causing the coalescence of my soul A quiet outcry - a silent scream - is filling me as I am driven back From shadows that dwell... ...beyond the mirror! (Inside the circle) [Hallgren/D.Gildenlow/Both/Hallgren/D.Gildenlow/Both] My world is frozen as I'm staring through the glass Gazing through the window at my memories Not longer foreign Though I somehow wish...they were The glowing fingers of a violent raging sky In search for evil find a path They rush through my veins, they invite my pulse to die They end my life with frenzied wrath Amidst the shadows of whisper land I feel that something's binding me to life Confined in nowhere by no ones hand I realize the pact is unfulfilled I'm trapped on the edge... ...beyond the mirror! (Inside the circle) |
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