• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Super Ultra Clean - Auto-auto
• The Pathetic Mr. Schneider - Auto-auto
• Where The Buffalo Roam - Auto-auto
• An Argument - Auto-auto
• Arm Yourself - Auto-auto
• Backstabber - Auto-auto
• Balance - Auto-auto
• Celeste - Auto-auto
• Queen Of Flies - Auto-auto
• Dog (techen Remix) - Auto-auto
• Russian Reflux - Auto-auto
• Duma - Auto-auto
• Harmageddon - Auto-auto
• Do You Need Some Space - Auto-auto
• Hastwerk - Auto-auto
• I Like It - Auto-auto
• Lazer Beam - Auto-auto
• Mass For The End Of Time - Auto-auto
• 23 Nov - Auto-auto
• Mirror - Auto-auto
• Shadowlands - Auto-auto
• Sanctuary - UTADA
• Animato - UTADA
• Hotel Lobby - UTADA
• Kremlin Dusk - UTADA
• Devil Inside - UTADA
• Crossover Interlude - UTADA
• Opening - UTADA
• Simple & Clean - UTADA
• Exodus '04 - UTADA
• You Make Me Want To Be A Man - UTADA
• Easy Breezy - UTADA
• Wonder 'Bout - UTADA
• Tippy Toe - UTADA
• The Workout - UTADA
• Let Me Give You My Love - UTADA
• About Me - UTADA
• I Want It All - Ateed
• COME TO ME - Ateed
• Fades Away - Ateed
• One Day - Ateed
• She Lost Her Smile - Ateed
• Sorry (feat. Langwish) - Ateed
• The System - Ateed
• TOO BAD - Ateed
• On My Way - Ateed
• I Can't Believe It - Ateed
• I Don't Care - Audio Two
• I Like Cherries - Audio Two
• Put It 2 Music - Audio Two

Face is blank, emotion free
walk the highlands, walk the creed
so super ultra clean
there's no need to kill a dream
keep your fingers in the cream
so super ultra clean
chorus
and i see the wonders
(theese chemicals can do)
this will all preserve the peace
it'll put your mind at ease
so super ultra clean
face down in the mud you'll see
there's a way for you and me
to be super ultra clean
live your life in fear of dirty laundry
live your life in land of ultra clean
in my dreams my shirts come back to haunt me

( We made the music but it was to “techno” to ruin with lyrics, so we found some samples in a German language audio-course.

Seven ugly midgets sitting in my living room.
This is not the smallest sign of an impending doom
in the afternoon.
Found a leper leprechaun inside my severed chest.
Offered him some help with his unholy quest
in the after noon.
Found a path to wonderland and burned it to the ground.
Killed of every living soul I smothered every clown
In the after noon.
-chorus-
A home where the buffalo roam.
The mother, the whore and the crone.
The cyborg, the ghost and the clone.
A home where the buffalo.
Seven ugly giants sitting in my living room.
This is not the largest sign of an impending doom
in the after noon.
-chorus-
(We are huge fans of the late author and journalist Hunter S.Thomson and this song is a tribute to him.

And now the cold is here again
it leaves the purity unstained
its bony hands will fixiate
the beauty of the cleanest slate
the figment of the ghost of hate
an argument
chorus
seeds are set on june the second
water falls and sun will feed your crop
harvest hope
and now the water stops its flow
and every creature is moving slow
it deadly breath is not the end
it is a way to breath again
it is a promise heaven sent

The word he spoke were neatly bent
to suit and smooth the roughest edge.
A lie delivered ,honestly,
the reason is still a mystery to me.
The symbol of his dying god
made his view-point seem so odd.
He smiled at me triumphantly
the reason is still a mystery to me.
-chorus-
Arm yourself against the loneliness
an obvious cry for help.
His eyes looked foggy, half asleep
like port ways to a endless deep.
He waved a pattern like a cross
but it felt like a “swastika” to us
A preacher to the common folk
the “fire” and “brimstone”-talk.
I wont forget the man who lied
to me when someone that i´ve loved had died.
(When my grandmother died I met a priest of the old school-kind.
He actually talked of the devil as a person and not as a metaphor.

Feel the thorn that rips your soul
this blocked up inspiration
run away for what its worth
this electronic nation
to my surprise
you're not running beside me
to my surprise
revenge is all that guides me
chorus
swallow weight, hook line and sinker
see me lurk, cloak and dagger
Iam the backstabber
dress me up puerto rican
and shadowbound, cloak and dagger
I'am the backstabber
blessed theese hallowed grounds we walk
this path leads to damnation
it's acting like you are a child
it's sexual frustration
so turn around
you still have time to face me
so turn around

Mark my words with magic markers
this is not the end
balance means your moving forward
i will soon descend
idle hands are devils playthings
i will jerk me blind
balance is a definition
always undefined
(moving to the sound
turning me around)
chorus
balance
first thing on my mind
beauty never dies
only redefines itself
pierce my organs burn my face
leave me in the cold
balance is a vivid statement
this is getting old
sharper theeth and bigger fingers
less is always more

I always thought of morality
as a rock I could hang on to.
I see so much of myself in you
that´s why I hate you like I do.
And I do.
On that day in sunny may
when everything went senseless
we scraped up what we could from
damp and dirty floors
We left without directions,
we knew the way to go.

It's a temple for the worshipers of human decay
she'll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies
in a mud infested ravel of a fallen house
lie the body of the woman who was never found
and the maggots eat away all sign of recognize
she'll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies
her flesh will their shelter and her hair will be their hide
she'll be the home of pestulance, a vengance genocide
and her bones will be chalk that cleans the tidal wave
of anything organic, that's not worth to save
chorus
death is so unfasionable
flesh that falls of bones
the end comes creepin round the bend
death is so unfasionable
makes your colors gray
what makes me say such things
it makes you hate me
so this whore will be the mother of a million things
that longer down the line will complete a ring
when her bodyfat is turned into a stinking pond
its forgotten that she died with her makeup on
and the hamridge that she has upon her naked skull
was once a place for wirship for the white and dull
and the dress she wore that day that she was swept away

think of me when you close your fist
you're the mother of destruction and you came out well
dream of me write me on the list
of lovers you consumed inside your changing shell
eat her out, make it magical
her iron tasting blood makes me stiff and numb
turns me on in a violent flash
she's the mother of destruction and she's using her tumbs
she get what she deserve
she gives me all i need to carry on
and i like a tighter leash
when she's above me
i get stronger from the secrets that she teach
she's my queen, i am her dog
clean my mind in an afternoon
and iam breathing down her neck to make it possible
teath and grind this is not to soon
she's the mother of deduction and she owns this fool
she get what she deserve
she gives me all i need to carry on
and i like a tighter leash
when she's above me
i get stronger from the secrets that she teach

You lost yourself inside a dream within a dream.
Fell down that rabbit hole, to the spaces in between.
We can not wait to have you back again.
I guess we´ll see you then.
-chorus-
Running up and falling down the stairs.
Who´s running up and falling down the stairs?
If you go first I guess we´ll see you there
running up and falling down the stairs.
We found ourself´s outside your world just looking in.
The window is a looking glass, the man is made of tin.
The walls ,the ceiling and a floor to feel secure.
I guess were not in Kansas anymore.
-chorus-
(We had a bad year -07 and a lot of stuff happened.
This is a song about one of those things.

When a poem still unwritten makes its way through space
its determined to be seated in a mental case
that will give it all the nurishment it needs
to grow into an epic of great altitude
to make the virgins wet by beeing b****** crude
and lyrically complex to who may read
chorus
plauge is beeing human beeing
haunt the shadows of their dreams
i'll born
i'll be long
i'll be gone
before you breathe
human beeing is a disease
haunt the shadows of their dreams
i'll born
i'll be long
i'll be gone
before you breathe
when a picture is to horrible to make headlines
it will stay inside the head of those who lay their eyes
on the evidence of memories of crime
it will stay until the picture is a mantelpiece
a manifest of hedonism and it wont cease

Hold on you dont have much time
find a nosebleed seat when the worlds collide
cause there's something coming from outer space
and i've got everything bet on the ace of spades
harmageddon its the end of time
say your last haiku and make shure it rhymes
cause while nuclear winter makes your volvo rust
you'll be spending forever as a handful of dust
chorus
Harmageddon its a soathing oil
you get a green glowing dinner and a pocket of soil
and if you close your eyescause you had to much
you've seen nothing but the creatures that are eager to touch
and if you turn your face to the scorching sun
you wont be spending your life at the barrel of a gun
harmageddon its a desert land
cool down you dont have a clue
about things evolving and eating you
but when the night is glowing in the color of snot
you can run with the extra pair of legs you got
end of time there's not much to tell
you get a one way ticket to the depths of hell
and while nuclear waste makes a stain on your shirt

I´m waiting, i´m waiting for the tram to come.
I´m late, i´m late again i´m sorry mom.
The money spent on taxes seem to end up in the hands
of people who have gone to far to get a second chance.
And even though I feel like i´m a chump without a clue
I go to work and pay my taxes, mom, I promise you.
-chorus-
We´re the model citizens of Babylon.
We´re the margin-dwellers and the moral front.
I´m spending my spare time contemplating this
The leeches that suck society are close to bliss.
And even though I know that nice guys always finish last
I dig up all the shallow graves I carry in my past.
I just cant help the feeling that I get, it resembles shame.
Oh,daddy help me now when it is hard to carry your name.

Tell me if you see,
Consider it a crime, no one minds?
It's always right on time,
Calling me a thief
They will fall behind, no one minds
It's always right on time.
We're all lost in a corporate dream
With airtime for those who possesses the means.
Things are never as they seem.
If I bitch and scream

I like it.
(It´s about things we like. I was asleep at Johan´s couch one afternoon.

You know we are so much cooler then we seem
untouchable and pretty like a laser beam.
Sort of sparkling, hard to look at
just like an eclipse of the sun, you know what!?
Things we touch turn into gold
take anything just to break the mold.
I´t takes more then two to tango
Scaramouche, Scaramouche will you do the fandango.
Slowing down your heart like “macaroni and cheese”
I´ts our famous last stand and we do as we please.
Feels like these fat ryhmes way over a ton
so turn up the speed while the beat goes on.
You cant turn away this time
just like a drunk driver we ignore all signs.
Life is a journey down a muddy slope
hang on to the noose at the end of the rope.
We´re leaving when the roof´s on fire
no matter how you try you cant get much higher.
Rhymes more fat than Ricky Lake
in the eighties when she´s chewing on her birthdaycake.
-chorus-
Notify your next of kin.
You dont know the mess your in.
Make you feel weird like margaritas on ´roids
it´s all downhill from here
so sit back and enjoy.
We dont carry no guns
we like knives and mace
and thats why you bitches are all our slaves.
-chorus-
(If you love Electro in all it´s forms, you got to let the Harlem kind get it´s share.

Bliss
a moments peace on earth
a breathing space rebirth
oxymoronic sympathy
a place where i can never be
bliss
all beauty coming down
from where beauty is never found
you saw yourself as a machine
you lost yourself inside a dream
bliss
a noose around my throat
a partner that i loath
i saw myself as pure divine
but thats a mortal sin, a crime
Jesus was a carpenter by trade
judge a man by what his hands made
Hitler was painting as a job
judge a man by what he's thinking of
Satan was an angel first
judge a devil by his curse
father your sons and daughters crawl
your faces turned towards the stars
mother your child is just a shard

A service provided, solemn undivided
a scream and a dream, for the lost souls of this earth
a generation screaming for a purpose
a secret pathway from the cradle to rebirth
marked by the masses heading for disaster
considred outlaws in the age of the nuclear bomb
a generation screaming out for violence
its hard to handle when it hits to close to home
chorus
still you pray to a dying man
I dont think I'll ever understand
the storm wont shake us, the maker will make us
a place we can rule on a bright and shimering star
it is an ending fit for Cinderella
they leave all the sinners deep in smoke and tar
then if the end comes build a boat
fill it up with the things they wrote
fill it up before we sink
stay in the boat just wait and pray
pray that the flood will come one day

every day is a clean break
a kick in the face.
Resembles these people withered and gray
and I cant wait for this summer to end.
I will kill things before they grow today.
Spend a night with the gentle sodomites
and I feed on their laughs and their fist-free fights
they say:
“If God did´nt mean to make a fruit of me,
he would never have created the apple tree.”
-chorus-
I dont debate the wrongs and rights
with the man in the mirror
Jesus Christ
there is no forgiveness, no clean slates
I can see it in his eyes when I masturbate.
Now they´re selling revolution at the fancy stores
and though you tell me that you hate it you will by it for sure.
One way to forget the mess you made and a certain ticket if you
really want to get laid.
Those liars will cry at your funeral
and thats a reason to have for jumping at all.
When time feel like wax in your beating heart
and your parents admit it was all their fault.
-chorus-
I dont debate the wrongs and rights
with the man in the mirror
Jesus Christ
If it´s a sin to curse every single morning

In the shadowlands we´ll make our plans.
In the shadowlands we´ll take our stand.
Frames of fiction featuring “fear” and “chrome” and “concrete”.
Cross and book and candle.
Feeble faith wont save you now.
In the shadowlands we´ll make our plans.
In the shadowlands we´ll take our stand.
Basset´s barking backwards.
Beady eyes are glowing.
Cloth and holy water.
Feeble faith wont save you now.
In the shadowlands we´ll make our plans.
In the shadowlands we´ll take our stand.
(I saw “the Exorcist” when I was about 17 and I hated it cause
I could´nt see what was so scary about it.

Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I*
In you and I there's a new land
(Angels in flight) Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
My sanctuary my sanctuary yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
(Music inside) Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
What's left of me
what's left of me now
I watch you fast asleep
All I fear means nothing
In you and I there's a new land
(Angels in flight) Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
My sanctuary my sanctuary yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
(Music inside) Wonk uoy naht noiceffa erom deen I
What's left of me
What's left of me
Snowd dna spu ynam os**
My heart's a battleground
Noitome eurt deen I***
Wonk uoy neah noitceffa erom deen I
Noitome eurt deen I
You show me how to see
That nothing is whole and nothing is broken
In you and I there's a new land
(Angels in flight) Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
My sanctuary my sanctuary yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
(Music inside) Wonk uoy noitceffa erom deen I
What's left of me
what's left of me now
My fears and lies
Melt away
Wonk uoy noitceffa erom deen I
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*= I need more affection than you know
**= So many ups and downs