Tekst :
TO BYŁA PRODUKCJAW NIEWIELKIM NAKŁADZIE,
NIE JAKIŚ GÓWNIANY WIELOTYSIĘCZNY BADZIEW,
POZYCJA NA RYNKU, ZNAJOMOŚCI W BIZNESIE?
SZKODA WYSIŁKU, SZKODA WYRZECZEŃ,
INNYM ZOSTAWIAM MYŚLI O KARIERZE,
TERAZ SPRAWD¬, JAK WYKŁADA PREZES,
SŁUCHAJ TYCH KILKUNASTU PIOSENEK,
MYSLISZ- TO ZA MAŁO BY ZAMROZIĆ SCENĘ
I ŻE JESTEM ZA SŁABY, BY UD¬WIGNĄĆ TO BRZEMIĘ,
NIEDOWIARKI, JA W TWARZ WAM SIĘ ŚMIEJĘ,
DOKONAŁEM TEGO, O CZYM WY LUBICIE TYLKO MÓWIĆ,
WYDAŁEM MATERIAŁ, GDZIE KAŻDY BIT JEST GRUBY,
GDZIE KAŻDY RYM JEST PRZEMYŚLANY 100 RAZY,
STYL ZIMNEGO DRANIA, TAK ZIMNY, ŻE AŻ PARZY,
WYPIERDALA DRZWI A WRAZ Z NIMI ZAWIASY,
SIŁĄ ZDOLNĄ KAŻDY WŚCIBSKI NOS ROZKWASIĆ,
SŁUCHAJ- TO NIEZALEŻNY MATERIAŁ,
OPANOWUJE CENTRUM I PERYFERIA, ZAPAMIĘTAJ,
ZIMNY DRAŃ TO NIE KOMEDIANT,
TAK JAK NA OKŁADCE, TO SKURWIEL Z PEJCZEM,
UKRĘCONYM Z RYMÓW, ABY CHŁOSTAC SŁABYCH MC,
UCZESTNICZYSZ W CEREMONI, KTÓREJ JESTEM MISTRZEM,
DELEKTUJ SIĘ MOIM PODZIEMNYM WYDAWNICTWEM,
DO TALENTU DODAŁEM POMYSŁY ZAJEBISTE,
PIERDOLĘ WSZYSTKIE KOMENTARZE ZAWISTNE,
RAZEM Z CINEM PODALIŚMY, TO CO NAJLEPSZE,
CHCECIE TO WIERZCIE, NIE CHCECIE, NIE WIERZCIE
Tekst :
[Gabriel:]
Drawn by the sound of that wild raving pound
No one has told me
I gotta know all about hell and below
They never told me
The quest for nexus
In your life and for all that s beyond...
When I gaze at the man who is gazing at me
When I stare into the looking glass
when I ask what he sees
Then I m asking for more and the more
than I wanna know
I know what I ll never know
[Tree of Knowledge:]
From far away, from the state of decay
You ve come to wisdom
Many ve been led, into the madness instead
Toll of my kingdom
The quesy for nexus has brought
Many men of genius to insanity
[Gabriel:]
When I gaze at the man who is gazing at me
When I stare into the looking glass
when I ask what he sees
[Tree of Knowledge:]
Then you re asking for more and the more
than you wanna know
You ll know what you ll never know
Solo: Henjo Richter
[Tree of Knowledge:]
As long as you long for the whole
You can t get a part of at all.
How proud would the buildings of Rome
Look without all single stones
[Gabriel:]
When I gaze at the man who is gazing at me
When I stare into the looking glass
when I ask what he sees
Then I m asking for more and the more
than I wanna know
I know what I ll never know... Tekst :
Down on the street
The night is a whore for dreams of fools
Where things of old still turn to gold
In hands of ghouls
Oh I would castrate you a choir of the damned
To sing you songs of love
Of kisses cursed by the dog star
And when the summer turns to fall I´d stay with you
Watching the leaves turn gold and grey outside your room
For here is juice of poppy bruised
With hemlock black and poisonous infused
Yea life is a witch
And then you fly
Somniferum
Down on the street
The neon spells out my true love
How I fell for her kisses cold
On my skin as a tip of steel
Led by the angels white
Through gravestones blank and clean
On thru the pastures of green
I´d be all things that might have been
And where the angels fear to tread I´d walk with you
For there is nothing that can harm a love that´s true
For here is juice of poppy bruised
With hemlock black and poisonous infused
Yea life is a witch
And then you fly
Somniferum
And death is not black
But snow white as charms
Treasured out of sight
Untouched by the august sun
Unto which all life must be undone
Oh in the end
Love, dream and death are one again