Bremen
π΅ 980 characters
β±οΈ 6:17 duration
π ID: 530953
π Lyrics
"Something better than death
We can find anywhere"
We are cannon fodder
A plastic bag on a shore
Flowing back and forth
In a polluted shit of dawn
Ein, zwai, the leaders order the men to gloriously die
Ein, zwai, the leaders order their men to uselessly die
With the weight of a ton in your heart, sick, we're living our lives
In a new epidemic of sorrow, everything is all right
Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the mincer of amnesia
One by one, the victims leaving a helmet of nostalgia
A repeating sequence
Shadows in black and white
Unending chronicles of Γ©poques lost in time
And then a window hollow
A Freudian scene
An oceanic square with all my demons in uproar
Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the Winter of amnesia
One by one, the victims losing their faith in God as they die
Are those a village lights or are they stars?
Are those the lights you brought me when I was beaten, fallen and drunk?
Are those the sparkles of your eyes?
Are these the borders of my time?
We can find anywhere"
We are cannon fodder
A plastic bag on a shore
Flowing back and forth
In a polluted shit of dawn
Ein, zwai, the leaders order the men to gloriously die
Ein, zwai, the leaders order their men to uselessly die
With the weight of a ton in your heart, sick, we're living our lives
In a new epidemic of sorrow, everything is all right
Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the mincer of amnesia
One by one, the victims leaving a helmet of nostalgia
A repeating sequence
Shadows in black and white
Unending chronicles of Γ©poques lost in time
And then a window hollow
A Freudian scene
An oceanic square with all my demons in uproar
Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the Winter of amnesia
One by one, the victims losing their faith in God as they die
Are those a village lights or are they stars?
Are those the lights you brought me when I was beaten, fallen and drunk?
Are those the sparkles of your eyes?
Are these the borders of my time?
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[01:15.64] "Something better than death
[01:19.24] We can find anywhere"
[01:23.71] We are cannon fodder
[01:31.06] A plastic bag on a shore
[01:33.78] Flowing back and forth
[01:36.46] In a polluted shit of dawn
[01:43.79] Ein, zwai, the leaders order the men to gloriously die
[01:49.17] Ein, zwai, the leaders order their men to uselessly die
[01:56.35] With the weight of a ton in your heart, sick, we're living our lives
[02:03.68] In a new epidemic of sorrow, everything is all right
[02:10.84] Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the mincer of amnesia
[02:18.12] One by one, the victims leaving a helmet of nostalgia
[03:12.42] A repeating sequence
[03:16.08] Shadows in black and white
[03:18.77] Unending chronicles of Γ©poques lost in time
[03:26.94] And then a window hollow
[03:30.56] A Freudian scene
[03:34.15] An oceanic square with all my demons in uproar
[03:38.74] Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the Winter of amnesia
[03:45.90] One by one, the victims losing their faith in God as they die
[03:55.96] Are those a village lights or are they stars?
[04:02.21] Are those the lights you brought me when I was beaten, fallen and drunk?
[04:23.97] Are those the sparkles of your eyes?
[04:33.03] Are these the borders of my time?
[04:44.88]
[01:19.24] We can find anywhere"
[01:23.71] We are cannon fodder
[01:31.06] A plastic bag on a shore
[01:33.78] Flowing back and forth
[01:36.46] In a polluted shit of dawn
[01:43.79] Ein, zwai, the leaders order the men to gloriously die
[01:49.17] Ein, zwai, the leaders order their men to uselessly die
[01:56.35] With the weight of a ton in your heart, sick, we're living our lives
[02:03.68] In a new epidemic of sorrow, everything is all right
[02:10.84] Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the mincer of amnesia
[02:18.12] One by one, the victims leaving a helmet of nostalgia
[03:12.42] A repeating sequence
[03:16.08] Shadows in black and white
[03:18.77] Unending chronicles of Γ©poques lost in time
[03:26.94] And then a window hollow
[03:30.56] A Freudian scene
[03:34.15] An oceanic square with all my demons in uproar
[03:38.74] Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the Winter of amnesia
[03:45.90] One by one, the victims losing their faith in God as they die
[03:55.96] Are those a village lights or are they stars?
[04:02.21] Are those the lights you brought me when I was beaten, fallen and drunk?
[04:23.97] Are those the sparkles of your eyes?
[04:33.03] Are these the borders of my time?
[04:44.88]