Build it up, tear it down, make the world stop breathin'
A continuous thrill and a permanent teasin'
Headin' left, doin' right and without a reason
See your son and he's gone - it's the violent season!
What is good? What means bad? Sure it takes more power
Not to die in a second but to live for an hour
It turns hot when you're shot and there's heat in the center
But your gold still feels cold when the ruins will be entered
When the rich eat the poor even though they are fed up
You can fight for their right, still the poor, they get set up
There is crime for a dime, there is greed for a penny
When you face too much lack even though there is plenty
Different looks on known books might provoke diverse readings
Ancient tales wrongly told by the old are misleading
It is large, it is loud, it is everything but patient
Is the battle that we fight just a clash of generations?
Agony - conspiracy - transparency dwelling on the light
Dyslexic duologes 'tween the brainwashed, brave and proud
For they are standing in the breach of the crowd
Build it up, tear it down, make the world stop breathin'
A continuous thrill and a permanent teasin'
Will the roots and the relics of religion give a reason?
Still your son, he is gone and you know he's ceasin'!
Agony - conspiracy - transparency dwelling on the light
Dyslexic duologes 'tween the brainwashed, brave and proud
For they are standing in the breach of the crowd
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Build it up, tear it down, make the world stop breathin'
A continuous thrill and a permanent teasin'
Headin' left, doin' right and without a reason
See your son and he's gone - it's the violent season!
What is good? What means bad? Sure it takes more power
Not to die in a second but to live for an hour
It turns hot when you're shot and there's heat in the center
But your gold still feels cold when the ruins will be entered
When the rich eat the poor even though they are fed up
You can fight for their right, still the poor, they get set up
There is crime for a dime, there is greed for a penny
When you face too much lack even though there is plenty
Different looks on known books might provoke diverse readings
Ancient tales wrongly told by the old are misleading
It is large, it is loud, it is everything but patient
Is the battle that we fight just a clash of generations?
Agony - conspiracy - transparency dwelling on the light
Dyslexic duologes 'tween the brainwashed, brave and proud
For they are standing in the breach of the crowd
Build it up, tear it down, make the world stop breathin'
A continuous thrill and a permanent teasin'
Will the roots and the relics of religion give a reason?
Still your son, he is gone and you know he's ceasin'!
Agony - conspiracy - transparency dwelling on the light
Dyslexic duologes 'tween the brainwashed, brave and proud
For they are standing in the breach of the crowd
A continuous thrill and a permanent teasin'
Headin' left, doin' right and without a reason
See your son and he's gone - it's the violent season!
What is good? What means bad? Sure it takes more power
Not to die in a second but to live for an hour
It turns hot when you're shot and there's heat in the center
But your gold still feels cold when the ruins will be entered
When the rich eat the poor even though they are fed up
You can fight for their right, still the poor, they get set up
There is crime for a dime, there is greed for a penny
When you face too much lack even though there is plenty
Different looks on known books might provoke diverse readings
Ancient tales wrongly told by the old are misleading
It is large, it is loud, it is everything but patient
Is the battle that we fight just a clash of generations?
Agony - conspiracy - transparency dwelling on the light
Dyslexic duologes 'tween the brainwashed, brave and proud
For they are standing in the breach of the crowd
Build it up, tear it down, make the world stop breathin'
A continuous thrill and a permanent teasin'
Will the roots and the relics of religion give a reason?
Still your son, he is gone and you know he's ceasin'!
Agony - conspiracy - transparency dwelling on the light
Dyslexic duologes 'tween the brainwashed, brave and proud
For they are standing in the breach of the crowd
Writer: Frank Häcker, Wolfgang Bohlender
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