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Radio Activ
Automate
Regenerate
Transmutate
Hallucinate
Are You recieving
Message send
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He's a freak
not a man
antihero
a syncopant?
after dark
comes the man?
masked invader
feel the hand
New horizons
endless thoughts
self will burnout?
transmits ?
Through a black hole
while you speak
supernova
sight is weak
"I fear life. I mate, I die. Thank you, F**k. Big Asshole, No."
"I fear life. I mate, I die. Thank you, F**k. Big Asshole, No."
Hes a freak
not a man
antihero
lives in a can
after dark
somewhere ?
masked invader
feel the hand
kill the man
feel the hand
kill the man
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Electrocution (Shocker Mix) |
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One time
One place
One single place
Erotic dreams
Distorted seams
Decrepit hands
Lay down your plans
For meltdown
I'm gonna take you down
To the ground
Hypocrisy
We rule with technology
Set the world on fire
Then you will be free
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Here today
Gone tomorrow
What's the flavor
Can I borrow?
Beg or steal
What's the deal?
Beats for the money
He's not real
Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand
Like grains of sand
We're blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything
Bite the bullet
See the man
Feed his EGO
(...)
No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor's weak
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave
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Here today
Gone tomorrow
What's the flavor
Can I borrow?
Beg or steal
What's the deal?
Beats for the money
He's not real
Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand
Like grains of sand
We're blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything
Bite the bullet
See the man
Feed his EGO
(...)
No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor's weak
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave
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Radio Activ
Automate
Regenerate
Transmutate
Hallucinate
Are You recieving
Message send
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Life=Leben (Anderes Leben) |
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Here today
Gone tomorrow
What's the flavor
Can I borrow?
Beg or steal
What's the deal?
Beats for the money
He's not real
Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand
Like grains of sand
We're blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything
Bite the bullet
See the man
Feed his EGO
(...)
No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor's weak
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave
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One time
One place
One single place
Erotic dreams
Distorted seams
Decrepit hands
Lay down your plans
For meltdown
I'm gonna take you down
To the ground
Hypocrisy
We rule with technology
Set the world on fire
Then you will be free
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Auto-Erotic (Abstinence Mix) |
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