AGATHOCLES

1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. THEATRIC SYMBOLISATION OF LIFE

Considering life is just a play
Where we all are the actors
Where there's no individual equality
Just the abused and the abusers

A division of these actors
They always seem to win
While the others in this theater
Are doomed to commit sins

Take up the role of your position
Face up to your situation
Is it right or is it wrong?
Or just a result of euphorism?

Wearing a mask - for deception
Mixed emotions - detrunciation
Is this just a play - or reality?
How can I know - you are reliable?

Two divisions
Like a contradiction
Facing eachother
Leads to confrontation

My inner tention
Your invention?
Enslaved by dischord
And your behaviour


3. THE TREE

The tree stands along
Hidden, but still strong
Carrying all the leafs
For us to pick, for them to leave

Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one I'm gonna pick

I'm gonna carry this one forever
Loose it? No, never!
But I guess it's just an utopy
Based on my insecurity
Still I'll try to pick
The true leaf that won't trick
The one without a mask
But which one, if I may ask?

Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one, I'm gonna pick


BLOOD (GER)

4. DOGMATIZE

I'm right, you're wrong
You're weak, I'm strong
Your words are dotage,
My mouth tells the wisdom
These are the men in the white jackets at the hospital

Dogmatize - shut up and be quiet
The doctor's life - the patients death
Dogmtize

Rip this arm, cut that leg
Ampute this hand, open this head
Injection, tablettes and inhalations,
The people becoming things,
Slaves of the medical practitioners...

Dogmatize...


5. TWISTED BODIES

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