Look at me, I'm walking through the city of angels. They look at me, they look at me, because I'm a danger. In their midst, in their midst, stands Jesus Christ. They believe, they believe, this is paradise. I have torn off my garment and my bright shining halo, I don't want to look like a biblical gaylord. Without disguise, they see me as the devil, now I am the catalyst of their own evil. Bring me back to the ground, I'm not good enough for heaven. The air's too clean all around, I find it hard to breathe. I don't want to live in the sky, but everybody thinks they fly, so Jesus must die. I am unprotected, cause I offer no safety, they gotta love themselves so they gotta hate me. Accepted is everyone who feels like accepting, restricting the conflicts does require some friction. As they turn to me, their faces turn black. I didn't touch them, but they say I did that. Wherever I go, the blackness unfolds; my life isn't save here, I'm not their savior. Bring me back to the ground, I'm not good enough for heaven. The air's too clean all around, I find it hard to breathe. I don't want to live in the sky, but everybody thinks they fly, so Jesus must die. I am lying in the sun, there they come. Jesus leads them, cries 'Oh, see him, he will lead the evil legions into paradise.' In awe, I beg him: 'Jesus, save me. Please come close, only you can help me.' And as he touches my head, I tear his clothes off and the people jump back. Jesus is red, two horns on his skull; his body is fire and together from heaven we fall. Why do you reject my glory, I was once the morning star. I could have shown you the way if you had let me stay. And we fall. And we fall. Finally we see each other for what we are. And we fall. And we see each other for what we are.

This ain't a song I am happy to share, I feel it's wrong to indulge in the anger that flares in my heart, but the grudge is better than regret, it feels better than your help and your pity, in fact, I am sick of all the kindness and the worry I get, what kind of person in my head do you have the right to expect? When I walk down the streets, I am easy to spot, I am the only man on earth righteously angry at god. When I see a dangerous face, I am mighty glad, finally someone I can justify being mad at. I am past sadness, past considering what should be my right, it's in the past, childhood memories of innocent rites, the severed bonds to those who would be my tribe, no father to teach me a purpose to reach for. I'd rather be a part, but I hardly care anymore. Sometimes I'm happy to meet another victim like me; at least I'm part of a powerless and angry elite. An angry artist who sees all of society's wrongs and condemns all the beauty he unknowingly longs for, cause he's weak and happiness to much to afford, thus beauty seems wrong and not worth the effort. Come take your chances, happy man, I'm your host. In a dead world, the leader is who suffered the most. Come take your chances, happy man, I'm your host. In a dead world, the leader is who suffered the most. Come take your chances, happy man, I'm your host. In a dead world, the leader is who suffered the most. The anger's impotent, but a fuel in the fire, the pride of poverty a substitute for desire, can't really look another man in the eye, cause' deep inside, I know it's not his fault I'm dying, I fly, in my fantasy I seek comfort in lies, that the others don't deserve everything that's denied to me. And I hate, I hate your loudness and your dishonest smiles, I hate the words that leave your mouth when you try to console me, tell me it's not that bad. I dont want to hear it, cause I like to be mad. I hate your friendliness, because I can't give it back, I hate the display of qualities that I lack. It should be mine, it is normal to thrive, it's normal to be happy and successful in life, but i failed it, grew up without instructions to live, and the only advice I get ios to follow and give, and to love myself, tell me the armies of shrinks, who study psychology cause their own lives stink, and to obey laws made up by people on top, who see their weakness as a function of the world they can stop, who speak to god, see the devil in the things that they fear, proclaim their reason from voices they imagine to hear, and lost souls like me who need an enemy, who need to fight something they cannot see. I hate the old who demand that I listen, I hate the weak who think that I owe them shit, I hate the pragmatists saying I need to kiss ass, I hate the disappointed faces of those who think they have class, I hate the altruists who tell you to be selfless, cause it's easier to steal from those that are helpless. I hate when people tell me, please be reasonable, cause all they mean is, please be easy to fool, I hate the people who tell me compromise, cause they betrayed their own principles, hate to see yours alive. I could have had the joys I was born to have, but no one showed me how to gain upper hand. And now I'm expected to deliver 'as a man', to obey principles I don't understand. You have no claim to make, this is my life, go fuck yourself, I don't care for your lies.

Father, oh father, where were you when I needed to protect myself from my mothers energy? Father, oh father, where were you when I needed to become a part of reality? Father, oh father, who dared to take away your vigor from the man I want to be? I alternate between the days as with my needs I change my face I’m fearful either or detached, with everyone and none I match, as I learned many ways. Father, oh father, what kind of power would allow me to grow up without a guardian? Father, oh father, a boy inside a man cannot be held to standards of a warrior. Father, oh father, on whom can I impose a sort of justice that will remedy my anguish? I hate the world that eats the lie, I’m sick and beaten and denied the chance to live a childs life by a world that buys the mask I wear for people I despise. Father, oh father, there was no one to be proud of me when I kissed the girl I loved. Father, oh father, where are the adventures that I saw on television, where is my life? Father, oh father, would you please come tell me that there’s time for me to grow up and be strong?

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, it´s your fault, I thought that I was safe, I thought that I was safe, sorry, sorry, I love you, Your fault that I´m losing all my dreams to you, your fault that I never had a dream until you came. You saved my soul and now I can´t allow you to go away. Oh, I love, I love, I love, believe, I love, believe me I can love because to prove it is too tough and that my world is now so rough is all your fault. It´s your fault that I fell in love, for your´s I give you hell as your reward, it´s my honesty, my intimacy, your fault. Sorry that I bore you, sorry to adore you, sorry I´m not born the way you´d want me more, your fault that you´re better than I ever could deserve, your fault, so you´ve got to stay and serve my nerves... I´m sorry that I love you, I´m sorry that I love you, I´m sorry I do nothing nice but idolize the things you gave despite my vice against your reasons best advice to me. You wanted to be good, were obliged to prove their lies, as they told you I was too weak not to merit All the strength you have to live on I could take but not inherit day by day you lose your guilt, until we´re even and I leave haply into nights. Weren´t you proud to be my savior?

I used to hope for help, I thrived on pity like a whelp. I waited for strong arms to carry me through the currents of the sea. I wanted my saviors to marry me, but when they did, I had to flee. What’s a man’s dream if he’s born in a world without fathers? Well, he’s gotta be his own or should he rather wait, no, All I need is self-respect with no strings attached. I will jump over my fears, I’ll make the rules disappear. No time to chase the dreams of others, no love to satisfy all mothers. I’ll never ask if you agree, because I’m free. “Boy, they will not let you be the man you need to be.” Well, friend, that’s not the point, the point is: Who will stop me? I will engage all lazy lies, I will rise into the sky. There’s no limit to my dreams and no sorrow when I scream. There is no sadness in my fate, I will never hate. Slit a hole into my mask, pour the bad blood in my glass, I will cleanse it through my veins, then I will be free of pain.

Death is no tragedy Life isn’t harmony la la la They want you to be soft They want you to feel weak cause they provide the empty comfort they want you to seek Death is no tragedy Life isn’t harmony la la la They don’t want you to see … it They don’t want you to feel … it But don’t you see that feelings aren’t evil and without them you ain’t free. Death is no tragedy Life isn’t harmony la la la Yeah, of course we need protection, babies cannot feed themselves. But what can babies do but cry when they ain’t satisfied? Are you terrified? Death is no tragedy Life isn’t harmony la la la In the kingdom of all living things, ones death is others joy. You see it in the wilderness, why do you fear its meaning for your own life? Death is no tragedy Life isn’t harmony Because your fear won’t change reality no freedom comes from false morality Don’t take their words, because they aren’t gods, but they’re the ones, who loved someone too much to reject their lies. Death is no tragedy Life isn’t harmony Because your fear won’t change reality no freedom comes from false morality (repeat)

I've liked to play, since I was young, I liked to stay at home with my marionettes. You entered my game, say, what is your name? Don't be shy, don't ask why, see, you must oblige. This is who I want you to be, my rules in my fantasy. If you can't be what I expect, I'll just find myself another marionette. Fake a smile, do it well, you're mine. You can only be the character that I defined. If you play it without errors, you'll become a mirror of my dreams like none before and we'll be one. You claim you want to be free, yet, you never leave. You cry and try to make me see, well, why did you want to be my marionette? Outro Why am I wrong? You chose to belong. Hide your anger, don't rave; you chose to be my slave. You are to blame since I was young You like to play but I’m not your marionette.

Men like girls while they are young and look so innocent Then their skin is soft, their bodies’ firmness so magnificent. Girls like men when they are solid like a rock, and silver hair on a mans temple is a carnal shock. Silverback machine, don’t waste a day to live your dream. Silverback machine, will make your dream girl scream. Silverback machine, it will improve your sex appeal. The Silverback machine is a good deal. Years you’ve been ignored because your feathers look so fresh; once you have gray hair you will get your due respect. Dare to take a step into the home of Silver Labs, Provide your credit card and lean back. Your temporal skin has travelled twenty years in time, to henceforth quietly underpin you’re very virile, sublime. The first day on the street, the girls are lowering their glance, boy, go plant your eager seed with such a goodish chance.

Come here if you stayed young Come here if you are strong Come here if you are never wrong Come here, it's dangerous Come here, prodigy Come here and spend your energy Come here of you are bold Come here if your blood is cold Come here to see your fears unfold Come here to understand Don't come to hold my hand Come feel the freedom in your hands Come here to cry for all your pain Come here if you're the one to blame Come here if you don't want to stay the same Come here to breath my air and learn Come here to see your spirit burn Come see if your desires can be earned Come here if you're alone Come here if you need no one Come, I invite you to my home

I want you to want to defeat me I want you to want to beat me, life, so I can bare my teeth alike before I run into your knife. Why do you tread so lightly on me, why do you hide your threats so kindly, world, I need your harshness, please be ruthless and be true. I want you to take a rise out of my fears, want you to laugh at lies I engineer in the attempt to be a man without the certainty I can. I want you to give me pain I need to cover up my shame that I never had to try too hard, need no power to live in disregard. I want you to test me, so much, because I feel I want to rest so much; wake me up, keep me psyched, make me live my life. Father, I didn't want you, cause you're hard to satisfy; but more I hate the emptiness that I never can deny and I can just decry that no one made me try. Please be my enemy, I need my eyes to see a reason for my pride, I need a reason to fight. I'm dependent on your rage, your rules are bound to be my fate.

These rocks are high to climb 'em for the valley right behind them is the home of mighty fairies and the votaries around them. Mighty are the fairies, bare all weaknesses and worries of discoverers and warriors that come to seek their glory. “Potent man who claimed the peak, your lonesome journey’s made you weak. follow my voice and be rewarded with the sight of my physique." Painful is their wisdom and as pitiless their system of devouring men with beauty and undoing their resistance. “Give a minute now to relish, hear the promise of the perished; give a day to reach my place, devote a week to see my face." They’re the spirits of the maids who died because they chose to wait for a retriever from their prisons; now they’re watching out for bait. “Give a month to see me smile and give a year to earn my trust lend a decade to feel my kiss and spend your life to share my lust.” These rocks are high to climb 'em for the valley right behind them is a prison to the souls whose dreams are satisfied by phantoms.

Once I was one and you weren't real. I had nothing to give, there was nothing to steal. And my world was of pain and the first time I screamed; then you took it away and told me to lean. And by holding you tight, by the caress agreed upon, evil would seize; made your loving be a part of me. You came and you claimed you're my friend, it is true, and all joy that exists is created through you. You gave me your comfort, a home and a chance to earn all of the love that you gave in advance. Thus my life had a path clear of strife and all wrath and your vision and plea was reality as a part of me. Thus our bond was the basement for all that I've built and your guidance and aid was the soil for my skill and I prospered through foster and warmth of your quilt; well too late I realized you penalized all that dared to rise from the domain of my will while you patronized to make me memorize the things you didn't like would hurt your soul, make you ill; all my structures are ruptured by sanction and guilt. And the longer I'm wake and the longer I seek I know that I know nothing and it makes me so weak and I try to find out, cast aside the bad seed but my heart and my thoughts are infected too deep; I tear out healthy tissue as well to proceed and I hear myself cry as I feel something bleed; something I have forgotten, from which I did flee, that will always recur, never cease willingly It's me. You had told no demands, so to let you quite near; now you rule my whole world with a promise and fear. And you give the gross beauty one finds everywhere to me 'cause I am special and you've got some to spare. And thus make it my duty to separate and share all I cherish and see with what you want to be: A part of me. Now I realize life without you starts with pain, but it's mine and I thrive and work hard to remain. I'm aware that my feelings stand bare without guard; but when my reason and heart start to disagree, then to be free I need to separate from a part of me. I remember our past when I look in your face, past the wistful remorse in your eyes, past the haze, I can see that you know and have known from the start, that I will not make you what you can not be.