Texty pro split album War Control/Out Of Prison
SICK & TIRED:
so sick so sick of you
I'm so tired of your world
full of fake news and conspiracy theories
you manipulate with people and their minds
you are internet terrorist
I refuse to play your fucked up game
you are the one who to be blame
I can see thru your lies
watch out your back that's my advise
sick and tired of these fucking people
they try to force me believe in their own truth
this is everyday bullshit nothing new
fuck you, fuck off, i'm going thru
so sick so sick of you
DEATH TO VIOLENCE:
world without violence anger or hate
seems impossible wars are our fate
wanna believe one day we all unite
and there will be no more fight
WAR brings no peace only death and land apart
don't go don't die for some pricks for purple heart
DEATH TO VIOLENCE
there is another war - i ask myself what for?
for religion or land? this is out of hand
atomic weapons finger on red button
for them we are dolls one day they kill us all
CIRCLE OF LIFE:
from the day that we were born
until the day when we will die
this struggle keeps go on and on
it doesn't matter how hard you try
anything we do, everyone we love and all
these things we buy
all that have no meaning for the future
'cause we're all gonna die!
they keep to say that you must study
'cause then you'll get a well paid job
but what's the point of earning money
you can't buy better future in your local shop
why are we inventing new things
why are we looking for fun?
why do we have families
why we want holidays in the sun?
we're just trying to fill the boring gap
between birth and death
instead of dealing with our fate
we still hope until our last breath
until, until our last breath!
STREETS OF KREUZBERG:
Berlin is like my second home
those streets were made me to roam
I don't care about east or west
but Krezberg is the fucking best
night is comming, have no fear
it's time for some punkrock gigs
but first sink down some Coretex beer
and then let's go to the SO36
filthy streets, grafitti on the walls
wanna survive? better have some balls
drug dealers are at every second corner
no walls, no difference, no fucking borders
I was born to die in Berlin
and since then nothing has changed
if you wanna die here too, I'm in
'cause no one can you for that blamed
RAZORS IN THE NIGHT (BLITZ):
running away, something better ahead
but you gotta think fast before it's too late
just one cut around your head
just one minute and you'll call me dead
you better watch out for the razors in the night
you better leave out the razors in the night
backstreet boys wear boots and braces
razor blades and angry faces
too much tension, too much fear
what the hell are we doing here
murder is the biggest prize in sport
‘cause violence is the only game you've been taught
a pool of warm blood is your prize
or a cold blade across your eyes
