Erstick’ im sud deiner gier nach dem vergnügen
Gekauftes glück für den moment
Befreit dich von einem alltag
Und es wird kein morgen geben
Für uns zwei
Das gefühl der scheinbaren freiheit gekauft
Doch es wird kein morgen geben
Es durchfliesst deinen rachen und durchströmt deine lungen
Du hast verlernt, dich ohne all den scheiss zu vernügen
Plötzlich ist es egal, wem du dein geld in den rachen wirfst
Es ist dir egal, dass du für deinen eigenen tod bezahlst
Du willst doch nur locker sein und irgendwie gehört es dazu
Erstickt am eigenen schleim, verlangst du nach toleranz
Wobei du mir deinen qualm ins gesicht blast und es ist dir egal, das du für deinen eigenen tod bezahlst!

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    General Comment(The booklet of the discography record gave some people a hard time. Zann is a drug free band, even if we don’t talk about it that often or make fun about it. So anyway, this is a straight edge song since I have been at a show last week, which had more smoke than people. People that complain about the door price but spent like five to ten euro for beer at a show, complain about record prices but pay five euro for a pack of cigarettes. So what’s going on?! If they pay for intoxication, which might kill them in the end, but after all, it’s their lives. A friend of mine went to the hospital and the doctor thought he is a smoker while checking his lungs. His lungs were totally fucked up but he never smoked throughout his whole life. Just constantly went to shows for almost fifteen years. So I don’t care what you do with your life, but stay away from me, or should I quote Groundwork at this point? Maybe you know what I’m talking about.)
    matildawormwoodon July 07, 2007   Link

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