für siedoch du kannst den frieden sehn,wie berge in der ferne ich will mit dir gehn mit meinen liedern von hier bis an die sterne...
In the late 1990's, into the twentieth century The Idols, The Press Darlings are the faceless DJ?s That's not to say that I'm not a techno, disco lover
I'm stronger now, I've been through everything and I won't go down Nothing is bigger than me, I feel empowered I'm shouting louder, now can you hear the
My heart beats fast As I try to forget what's hiding in my head Will it ever change or will it end? Some days I can't pretend Well, everything will be
Looking for a friend, I felt you whisper in my ear The sound was muffled, But the meaning it was clear 'get out of my life', you said 'i don't want you
I am a computer and I dance like metronome I am now invading thru the TV in your home But you won't see me as I make you a code jerk I am stationary,
You think you're everything in one Go home at weekends have some fun Beat up you're wife the kids are hurt Just 'cos she didn't iron yr shirt How can
Telling you it's your life like it's patronizing advice You don't take heed, tour conscience feeds off Being above those needs One, two. three, four,
on soon we'll give you the beat So we can see the best dancing feet And we can find a disco whizz So here's a chorus by the pop group bis You've got
Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are
Is hate really negative, is love really positive? It's not place to speak about emotion Other side of my face, dealing with devotion Who will want to
We can be your inspiration And this is our declaration We're punk kids for liberation Prepare for bis nation Go go go can you count to three I got a
The future is clear Let's get into gear I'm willing to ask Do you wanna go my way? You're out on your own You're never alone There's people around But
We got submissive society We got a dinosaur monopoly And all their germs infecting me We got stars charisma free We got a passive mentality Worship the
The party's at it's end A style is named and it's dead There is no latest trend I eat just what I'm fed Pump it up, pump it up Pump it up bah bad up
I can't tell the difference The soap box or the stage It's just like the process When wrestling became fake Genuine believers Are shunted and sheltered
Up on the mountain I'll be counting Days 'til we meet again Get my revenge, we'll never be friends Keep building up my brain Just watch your back for
You see them looking on with interest And someone says it's the start of a contest They only want to be like you They only want to be like you They dance
