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On Fences

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1.
Fire Alarm 02:58
The ecstasy dissolves under your tongue's water. Your words are caught in the undertow. Adding crack after crack after crack after crack To the shatters you call self You put in negligent hands that won’t make any sense Of these hardwood floors Again and again. Everybody's got their own plans to align. I´m just not sure you really are a part of mine. And all beauty catching fire's got its charm If you dance to the fire alarm. I don´t know what these months will bring. But I question everything. Your eyes seem well-meaning. But I question everything. Got your word and fingerprints. But I question everything. Are you even listening? I question everything. Still I´d like to fill this hole With nothing else but me. If you let me be your water, Then the water I will be. I´m the light that is still on When you're coming home. There's no need to stand alone. I question everything
2.
I watched your fire die In a backroom near the city. When the body won't comply And the spirit can't admit it. Troubled seas Float into me. Not a storm or black sorcery But it swells and keeps on coming. And the day You overflow Penniless and out of control. Your veins are too crammed for a heart to beat. All words seem misapplied. How to explain death to a child? I fucking hope that I won’t have to. And I won’t let Desperation set a foot in you. With all the good years that you had, Not a reason for regret. It’s okay to shiver. We all float down that river. Cause this is how it goes. Don’t you worry if it shows. Cause this is how it goes. All words seem misapplied. How to explain death to a child? It's A thing that I´ve gotta learn. No end is dignified. There´s only dark behind the light And it will take you soon enough. Troubled seas Float into me Not a storm or black sorcery. But it swells and keeps on coming
3.
Great 04:13
I´ve been lighting up the network, Been bouncing off aerials, Off satellites and radio waves. And you´re still in the darkroom, The one where you fight your pains. This place goes by a thousand names. But I still prefer my own tristesse to yours. I´ve been lighting up the network And extraterrestrials Are reading every word I write. And you, you gotta do whatever lets you sleep. You gotta do whatever lets you sleep. You gotta find whats yours to keep. You gotta do whatever lets you sleep. In search of a war to tell your children about, Fear kicked down the door and made itself at home. You feel like you`re empty clothing, a bodiless voice. A nameless something, a disembodied noise. And I would send my condolences, But then art never comes from happiness. And you wanna be great. And I think you´re searching for something purer than this. And I think you´re searching for that one thing with no shame in it. And I think you´re searching for something that does not exist. You feel like you`re empty clothing, a bodiless voice. A nameless something, a disembodied noise. And I would send my condolences, But then art never comes from happiness. And you wanna be great. Oh, you´ve been spending a long time looking in. Ain’t creativity a scary thing, you think? Those hours in the darkness Let all the fires inside your chest Burn out and leave a desert where your heart is. An island dispossessed. And I still prefer my own tristesse to yours.
4.
Jesus Cries 03:29
Call off communion. I use my Sundays to sleep in and I Can’t wrap my head around the concept of you believing in Some kind of Holy Ghost who cares about my choice of words and thoughts And friends and food and family and whom I decide to love. It took me 20 years to wriggle myself out and now I have to answer questions I thought I had figured out. And I don’t see.. Why didn’t you tell me that you had no answers, too? Had I known that you’re scared I would’ve tried to comfort you. And I wanna make you feel loved. Cause if you do I don’t think there's a need for a God. And there’s no place in hell for us. Only eulogies and flowers in the dust. Ain’t that enough? There is no one above there to save you. There is no higher power to guide your stride. We are alone in the dark, merely passing through. And we only have each other to shed the light. I´ll be your light. Why didn’t you tell me that you had no answers, too? Had I known that you’re scared I would’ve tried to comfort you. And all that you thought of me has been shaken to the core. No, I don’t think I can do this anymore. And I wanna make you feel loved. Cause if you do I don’t think there's a need for a God. And there’s no place in hell for us. Only eulogies and flowers in the dust. Ain’t that enough? Ain’t that enough?
5.
Mordrake 03:35
I´ve been waiting for the day When this will fade away. Every stumble could be the fall, Another writing on sordid walls. Ain´t past one rogue escort That buries me in restless thought? Will we ever see the day? You radiate a sick, sick light. I´ll yield more smoke to conceal the fire. A shiver lies underneath, A cold the warmth cannot defeat. The things we´ll never be Reflect on everything I see. Will we ever find a way? There's A voice that stays with me in the back of my head Till I disintegrate and I´m buried and dead. Oh, I'm biting my nails until my fingers bleed Yeah, I´m peeling my skin till I stop listening Or there’s nothing left of me. You go and dance your silent dance. I´m over-eager, over-thinking, Writing with both hands. Till the earth corrodes beneath my feet. I´m getting tired past a point where my light sleep cures the fatigue. Still I wake, shaken and blind. Aren’t we all looking for something we know we ain't gonna find? Yeah, is it me or a failure by design? There's A voice that stays with me in the back of my head Till I disintegrate and I´m buried and dead. Oh, I'm biting my nails until my fingers bleed. Yeah, I'm peeling my skin cause I´m still listening To the face that hums restless on the back of my skull. It whispers at night and it rattles my pulse. Pressing it in the pillow, I can still hear it say: “Wreck what you've built, Throw it all away. Throw it all away.
6.
What is the point of attempt? Give me a metaphor. Cause I´ve been here before. And I´ve been playing dead Watching my ghost Throwing roses on my corpse. Oh, death is just a feel. You´re a mouth that gnaws and swallows up. Yeah, you only keep a taste Of what you've ruined and then you pass on its remains to acid and There's not a locked door in this town and I would love to stick around, But I don´t know. Cause there's a place for me in the dark. In the shadows of your life, Where all our hopes collide. Till you fall apart. I am sure that you exist, but you don't seem that convinced. You have been sold a dream you cannot live. Stand in the sun for everyone With our pockets so empty. And once it`s shot you just cannot Outrun the bullet. You die before you know. Nothing that ties you here or that binds me there. All that's left of us falls in disrepair. You gotta to trade your youth for something But it’s not easy to accept That it might have been the wrong thing And now you learn to adapt. But guys like you don´t break, they shatter. You better learn to adapt.

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released December 13, 2019

Composed by:
Christopher Schmidt
Nils Fischer
Benedikt Ricken

Written by:
Christopher Schmidt

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