He is a crazy bastard and to blame for
So many different things went wrong
He ´s working on a sacrifice
´cause he´s always of his mind
dreaming of money god
to fight that creep will keep him busy for the rest of the game
to fight that creep will keep him busy for the rest of the game

and he´s slashing at the brushes of his imagination
a new production
he needs is today
to show his devotion to money
in slavish devotion to his money god

the man in the office
with a question on his mind
what do they want me to
and whats that deal all about

He is sitting in the office
feeling ill
with a sip of water he´s taking a pill
feeling tortured by the thought he could lose his mind..

…his mind gets aflamed in the outer stratosphere
his mind´s getting empty
he feels like a snowflake melting away
in the heat of the atmosphere
power`s raising of the ground
building him another body
and he takes off his clothes
feels as happy as a child
and the rolling motion of the universe
makes his restless mind fall asleep
and that little evil devil
makes his minds eye
to open up to see

who controls the world
we are rolling in money, we got money to burn
mother nature controls the world
we´re rolling in money, we got money to burn

and as he stands on the designer desk
just in a flood of mellow lights and tunes
he don’t hear the knocking on the door
and the man in the doorcase laughing about him
who nearly travelled round the world
for the big business they talked about
the new production he needs today but it´s wrong time to ask for anything.

Sticking in the wall (Bine B. Morgenstern)

I am staring out the window
Can´t fix my consciousness
Bring it home back to me
Like a leaf coloured called by autumn
I am falling on the ground
I am falling on my feet

Like a spear of cold iron
I am stickin´in the wall
For almost hundred years
And all eternity…

Bells (Bine B. Morgenstern)

The more he sees the more he believes
Thinking of time that’s gone
Is quite harder for one
Who passed his time locked away for some reason
From seeing, seeing the wing of a butterfly
When a lifelong time went by
He founds he´s still alive
But trapped
Between the walls
In the house of lies

And his size just as small
As he skeleton in the mousetrap
Lying there by the wall
And looks like its broken it´s neck

And he screams up cause he´s small and he jumps through the hole

There are matches on the floor
There ´s a gap between the carpets and he crawls to the box
And the legs of the chairs seem to glow up like a giant wood
He drags the box of matches towards the hole in the wall
And the strike the sound
He drops it and it burns
And the flames hit up and take control
And it burns and the frames of the pictures burst apart

See the house is on fire
And the past is inside
And the shine is so inviting
Reminds me

Fire burn
Burn up the time
Leave it all in ashes
As you scored

But your´re small
You´re a gnome
Now run for your life
He screams up

There ´s war in the house
And youre hiding
There is war in the house
And you re hiding away

Youre hiding for someone
To break in your life
Leaves it in ashes
As you scored to leave it in ashes

Fire burn,burn up the time!