FINAL CHANCE:

It's your final chance to confront the pilgrim who sails away in his ship
before he reaches the other side of life
It's your final chance to sign a bible of dreams
before mystic signs from above recover by the work of man.

The world outside sleeps in a silent way
When the sun will rise they will go and play their everyday competition
There's no way to escape from these games when the course is set to get on this peculiar way.

Frame these words to your mind, don't loose selfconciousness
Coys won't win the race, they'll act to the bids
They swallow symbolic signs wait outside
Drawn a picture of different worlds, it will be an open book

It's your final chance ... man.

Compassion rules the world in times of silence
End the game of getting straight to nowhere
Break the silence, stand up and act
Spread the words and not the face.

It's your final chance ... man.

music by von der hardt, hippel
words by von der hardt
produced by hippel
mixed by von der hardt

BLUE BLOOD:

Time has ever reserved for you the highest ranks
The system will never change, leaves no one else a chance
Do never judge the old books by their simple outward looks.

A state out of birth, but what is it worth
The Blue blood they say has never been a fairy tale
Got your unprinted rights without someone else's pride.

Talks of a merger brought me to be no love searcher
To marry in the ability to belong the whole factory
Conditions that response mark the biggest wounds.

A state out of birth ... pride.

Positions at a global scale are made in the darkest frame
Please take my advise from the bleeding side
Race off the taken might, beat the system in a fight.

words by von der hardt
mixed by von der hardt, hippel

COLOR OF OUR FLAG:

Man I never slept so hard of a world of innocence
So grave all first born cries like mussels in a shell

Fill their dreams with big fast cars. Fill their heads with sand
Holy white we'll paint their town with the color of our flag.

Hungry man will close his mind his idea is not his food
Nations fall on stony ground where passions are subdues
The madness is the thorn of our inside.

Fill their dreams ... flag.

A for a heart, B for a brain. Insects and gras are all that'll remain
When the light from above burns a whole straight through our love.

Holy white we'll ... flag.

When do we gonna learn? When do we gonna turn to the promises we made
The call for our attention - Compassion is the fashion
Free to earn - our pockets burn.

music by von der hardt
words by von der hardt
produced by hippel
mixed by von der hardt

EMPTY BUBBLES:

Appretiations take some time. I will open my files
What is shame? What is light?

Empty bubbles - silence makes me fear
Kisses, where they real?
Empty bubbles - aren't shaking the tree
Empty bubbles - confusion is one with me.

Climb up and down the lines. Dance down the nights
Love's not bad and not sick. Legends won't make you quit.

Empty bubbles ... me.

Thank you for your life. I love it with all its disgusts.

words by von der hardt
produced by hippel
mixed by von der hardt, hippel

BLUES - NO RULES:

Politic plays in essential sense not at all the decisive recadence
The hurting spurs for the facts gave them the last impact.

Stipulation of old friends decided native plans
The function of cuffs - Panic is a must
Hard times for the blues put in order no rules
BLUES - NO RULES. Shelter of the truth?
Play in an essential sense no more a decisive tense

The function ... truth?

Materialistic and pacifistic taste in the outward forces face present biggest faults.
Ideologies are taken back. Criticism's been buried under the essay of all time
The freedom of the misery is the victim of marks and bucks
The color of lies steels nature its files
Theories to turn the tides have no save ideals
They can hurt themselves at the worlds last edge.

Stipulation...truth? Play...tense ?

Sticky and tough count on the difference to the touch
Tender, soft and delicate I have no future in the shade
Lines go never straight again. Torn to pieces and decayed
For the mirror of life I gave up my fires
The last choice to compare charmes and spell bounds.

words by von der hardt
produced by von der hardt
mixed by von der hardt