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Pre-Order the new album “The Future Holds Nothing But Confrontation“ here: Recorded, produced and mixed by Lewis Johns. Mastered by Grant Berry. Vocals recorded by Giver. Video by Morgan Films. Lyrics: Wolfed by a place that makes you become it. Alle sind gleich. Alle allein. Hier bewegt sich gar nichts. Thrown up by a fate that has Margaret Thatcher running through its veins. Gegeneinander glanzlos vereint. Im Wettkampf schwillt die Distanz. I`ve got five senses. They bore me to death. I’ve got five senses. They could not feel less. Swallow me whole. Wolfed by a place that makes you become it. Alle sind gleich. Alle allein. Hier bewegt sich gar nichts. Thrown up by a fate that has Margaret Thatcher running through its veins. Gegeneinander glanzlos vereint. Im Wettkampf schwillt die Distanz. It’s like staring through a window And seeing the whole world. All the beauty that surrounds you And the people that you’ve hurt. You sat numb in your room for hours With only anger on the inside. It’s the only thing to feed on, But it’s keeping you alive. And it’s killing me, it’s killing me, it’s killing me to see That the world won’t stop spinning when I disappear. We’re goners. This is the night, what it does to you. This is the night, what it does. This is the night, what it does to you. This is the night. The night.
