Album :Die Aesthetik Der Herrschaftsfreiheit-Band 13.01.2012
This is too close, far too close
You just might
Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You just might
Be putting yourself in the flame
Which can only burn in shame

Our lawless life
Just seems so compelling
Because you too could
Ennoble yourself
Through rebelling
But what good are they
Ideals soaked in blood
What good are they
Buried in the mud

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
But now that we've shed our clothes
And shared our oaths
There's no way back for you
Don't kid yourself
We'd rather be mad than delighted
You'd rather be entertained
Than enlightened
There's no way back to you

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
To each his ground
To each his ground

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
To each his ground
To each his ground

This is too close, far too close
You just might
Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You just might
Be putting yourself in the flame

Die Keller versiegelt
Die Bücher eingestampft
Die Bibliotheken verriegelt
Die Schriften verbrannt
Die Zeitungen geschwärzt
Die Portraits gewechselt
Die Vorstellungen gestört
Die Theater geschlossen
Die Filme zerstört
Die Spiegel erblindet