LYRICS TO NEUREPUBLIK'S "ein war einmal..." WAY OUT (Crowell) you can run & you can hide but you can't find the way out wisdom of sanhedrim, finest intellect increased doubt superficial simulated counterfeit perceptions dwell in the stream of consciousness where babylon coheres with hell in your mind the synapse is too wide to link to inner peace educated far too much cannot resign to one belief inscrutable mortality is mocking you with laughing eyes and though you fight to disbelieve subsistence is but compromise mystery can claim your mind ensnared on hopes of paradise wasting precious years in which the present could be realised resist the distant future in reflection and in dreams a life of conscious ignorance of death may bring you peace a dead child is the longest living creature ever known methusula was far too young to turn to dust and bone THE REAL ME (Crowell) you find it odd i won't divulge what goes on in my mind presume too much about yourself to think i'd be so kind my preference is for secrecy - some doubt my motivation but bring attempts to question me and watch my hesitation you can beg and you can plead and you can cry but you will never know the real me fumble with conjecture - as you profile, the result perpetually is incomplete enigmatic, ego-tripping: call it what you like, you still won't find the real me something special, something sacred, and it's only found inside of me when i was young, i learned to trust - my very first delusion because when you let your guard down, then they fill you with confusion information is control - they'll use all means to get it but i decided long ago i cannot ever let it me is for me i don't think you understand me you analyze, you badger, but you come to no conclusion is it so wrong to want to live my life without confusion? so try to break the walls down: unprotected, insight pure but mark my words it is a knowledge you will not secure I BELIEVE IN NOTHING (Crowell) take the time to listen and acosted you become philosophy is cheap and they are bound to give you some when fools believe they've figured it out, they always spew it out: enlight the world to inner peace and rid your soul of doubt but flaws are there - no different than mythologies of old for metaphysics leave no solid grasp for you to hold no one ever really knows or asks why i believe in nothing the ignorance with witch some trust: unfortunate and black not so much that they believe but that they think they can't turn back to open minds and different views of worldly erudition of which they mean to overthrow while on their holy mission when all is said and done, you are the one you have to please believe in nothing but yourself and live your life in peace HAPPY... (Crowell) all the world is a stage for me to degredate my self esteem i don't know why you even speak to me with my obvious inability to make you happy... you try to find the best in me but it's less than satisfactory i can't imagine how much it will take for a fool like me to ever make you happy... cut the cord & you moved on it's been a year now since you've gone you found someone with greater self esteem and your life is better than a dream but are you happy... are you happy?