Lyrics

And the curtain falls

Not faint, not dead, not apathetic
Together we celebrate the dance of death
Your failure is our revenge
Sparks of hope to inflame fires of resistance

To feel yourself, to be yourself
To make your being aware

Faces behind numbers, stories behind faces
Out of hibernation
From the bottom of our hearts
We scream as load as we can

They sleep we live
 

Liner notes:

This band is a part of our outlet from daily routines and in the same moment a creative output to express our feelings and attitude. Since this is our very first release you can take the lyrics of this song as our collectively breath. May these lungs breathe forever.

Empty shells – Broken hearts

The last departure, the end of a history
Leaving footsteps behind that won’t fade away
Empty shells disclosing their treasures
Sinking beneath the weight of your own decay
Your legacy, more precious you could imagine

Bleary eyes, cursed to watch the misery
Holding weak hands strong
Broken hearts facing finality
Waiting for the inescapable
The faint, striking on full scale

Breathe in, breathe out
Hands slip away
A heart stops beating

Enough said
Farewell


Liner notes:
It happens to all of us at certain points in our lifetime, a close relative, friend or colleague dies and we have to face that humanity once again isn’t able to win the fight against the ravages of time, disease and last but not least the force of destiny.
All the time we try to find ways making live last longer, we forget to face the inevitability that every live is forced to end.
Only after someone stands between light and shadow we start thinking about what was reality since day one. A drawback of our culture, that each one of us has to overcome on her/his own way. Good luck to all of you, haven’t found mine yet.

Equilibrium

Progression at any costs
Guidelines twisting our neck
Standards rise up to the sky
The weak ones damned to fail
We carry the guilt
We carry the apathy
We carry the addiction
A social state to simulate safety
Pseudo welfare to displace remorse
Counting the seconds – counting the money
Pills for the people and profit for the rich
We lost our empathy
We lost our consciousness
We lost our autonomy
The balance, more far away than ever


Linernotes:
While I was young and get socialised I tried to find a useful idea of how to make a living. It ended up in working with handicapped people. Still I think this is better than working on the assembly line, but …
since I started digging deeper in the fate and history of such called “handicapped” people, I have to realize more and more that beside politics and the major industries we are the ones to blame. In the same moment we help people to get back on their feet and function on standards of the job’s market; we legitimate silently the capitalism of the upper class.
A fact that kills all your idealism creeping. Due to habitude, ligation of money and the loss of élan you are getting more and more part of the ensemble. The results are doubts on your own person and doubts about doing the right thing. At least while reflecting these things, you bring issues to mind and encourages yourself to find suitable solutions for the ones you take care. Hopefully also for yourself.

Asunder

once all of us shared a common vision carried by a certain tolerance and autonomy
where is gone all your confidence?
where is gone all your resistance?

following a masked attitude rooted in the ground you fight
borders eliminate and infiltrate the brown seed you loathe
a seed spreading sorrow and misery
costumed as singularity and myth
an ugly smile behind the mask
sharp teeth ready to stab in the next moment

a moral decline that is carried by ignorance and apathy
where is gone all your wariness?
where is gone all your solidarity?

digging our own grave slowly while we drown in the dirt we carry sleepwalking


Liner notes:
since black metal entered the diy-musicscene more and more bands fall into this direction and start playing their own version of this blend of music what is totally ok. We reach a certain point where I refuse to be solidary if bands start to worship for other bands with obvious right wing attitudes. This starts with wearing their symbols etc on merchandise products or support their records, tours or any other appearance.
often it is a pure lack of knowledge that opens doors for things we rather deny. So it sadly happens with increased regularity that record stores and distros carry stuff from Black Metal bands that aren't shy about proclaiming a facist/racist- ,anti-Semitic-, homophobic- and sexist attitude.
When people start to argue that they only listen to the music of such bands and know that the individuals who are involved in those bands are complete idiots but separate those two parts I can't help myself.
I strongly hope for more wariness, a total boundary and rejection of such bands. When I started falling in love with the diy music scene 13 years ago I would never have thought that we'll reach this point.

What Remains…

Progress and Regress.
Freedom and Justice.
Liberation and Barbarity.
Contradictions in terms
or intrinsically linked?  

*Ullyses, can you hear the siren?
You were tied to the mast at your own request.
You wanted to free your mind,
but you rather liberated thyself from humanity.
Liberation is unthinkable without reflection
of the danger of regression.
If it doesn't assimilate a dialectic view,
it seals its own fate.

"Were this coldness not a fundamental trait of anthropology, that is, the nature of people as they really are in our society, they would not necessarily be profoundly concerned by what happens to all others except for the few with whom they are closely connected, possibly by common interests, then Auschwitz would not have been possible. The people would then not have accepted it. The coldness of soiety's monad, the socially isolated competitors, is like an indifference to the fate of others, the condition that all were watching and nobody acted."

The rupture of this world passes through us.
The rupture, the rupture, the rupture passes through us.

We are just fools looking for shelter
with a suitcase full of dreams
and questions...

* as symbol for the development of civil society

         Liner notes:

Auschwitz doesn't only mark the limits of enlightenment, but also exceeds my power of imagination. The liberation of nazism was 70 years ago, but the social conditions which made that tragedy possible still exist. The Germans managed to almost eradicate the entirety of European Judaism, but that doesn't apply to the main element of nationalsocialism. The post-war antisemitism is extremely flexible and comes up with new expressions every time. That even the most monstrous consequences of the extermination of antisemitism couldn't prevent its continued existence gives reason to doubt. Sometimes I come to my own limits, too, at how it's impossible to perceive the imperceptible. In those moments I despair and understand the quote "to write a poem after Auschwitz is barbarous." I can't fix it that people still believe in the myth of a worldwide Jewish conspiracy or of Jews controlling the media. After centuries of persecution, there are still attacks on synagogues, debasements of graveyards and memorial places, murder threats, other attacks and antisemitic world views in general. As a descendent in the country of the perpetrators, I often ask what the assignment of a Leftist could be after this disaster? A closer look asks how we could still refer to the traditional Left at all which is still entangled in discourses which made Auschwitz possible and is responsible for further crimes after 1945 (e.g. the veneration of the terror organization RAF)? One needn't look hard to find such regressive and
dangerous tendencies in left-wing movements. I recognise that the progresses of civil society and the danger of regression are interconnected. Auschwitz marks the revealing character of our civil-industrial society. Therefore, emancipation could just be possible in memory of that horror. It needs a critical eye on mass movements and a theory of a critic of ideology to succeed Adorno's categorical imperative "(...) to arrange their thoughts and actions so that Auschwitz will not
repeat itself, so that nothing similar will happen." This includes the awareness that enlightenment isn't thinkable without the reflection of its own regressive moment. But besides this knowledge, I remain with a longing and many questions and doubts...

Fire Walk With Me

These days when sun escaped and teary sobs whistle in your throat

A song can't change this world but keeps a light alive

These songs of sighs and tears

Remember that sadness is rebellion

But one day this earth will become ice

It began with a bang and it ends with a whisper

You must see this right now if you're going to say "I live"...

Fire walk with me consciousness walk with me

Fill the void and save me from anesthesia

Liner notes: 

"Several people in our circle died from a drug overdose. The effect of drugs on people confounds me. Why do so many people become addicted to drugs? The answer seems to be inseparable and combined with the kind of capitalistic socialization in our society. In memory of those people and with the insight that life doesn't last forever, I will try my best to live my life as aware as possible, but is there even a correct life in the wrong? What remains, is the hope that in bad times we'll have a friend by our side and find other ways to fill the void..."