There is no heaven, there is no hell
There is only this world, and it's dark reflection
And we do not know which of the two worlds we are in
The sky is too high and closed glaring
The feet on the ground of the world
There in the dirt, where you only have a small death in the field
Every verse you live is just a note of yourself< br/>But when the landscape carves itself into stone, every syllable writes itself
Every cloud on the vanilla sky feels like meaning
Always quiet, when the question of meaning is being torn apart
/>The knowledge cannot be knowledge. It can't be
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine -
You've got your good things, and I' ve got mine
And so everything is well (all is well)
But the magic of perfection turns the mind into a curse
Paint to yourself sun-covered golden fields of great worlds
But if you look to the horizon you can see the breaking points
In this country, where locations have become a fact
(why not?) is answered so quickly
The moments rest on the steel floor
But if it works, then it has to bang
Nothing turns by itself, the only true limit is time
The realism of the real only lets the hero see his blood
But calendar sheet tter fall, so (welcome to the new age)
The present is getting old, the future is on our side
Just whose name is drawn alone on the book cover?
The numbered white, a monument carved in stone
We are too small, too lonely, too far away from the entrance
Contexts fade, all the slopes are silent
The same for every hiker and too many searches fail
Each step further only makes the labyrinth seem even bigger
We shrink quietly in the midst of collisions between the god's cubes
Impending destruction is always a good friend< br/>I'm sure he'll make you happy, even if he disappoints you
The sky is made of gold, it's probably the devil's paintwork
What kind of idiot runs after the rainbow out of pride?
The standardized success is buried deep in the earth
Towards the sky the stony paths lead into the mountains
Seeing into the distance is only exploited by advertising
Black emptiness forms the firmament of stars and starlets
Billboards distort the values u200bu200bof a galaxy
Taking away its depth, reducing it to paper-flat jokes
Laughing at its energies to the flame of small candles
Which shadows from the eyes throwing the wax figures
- so let them die
No sheep - no flock
No more standard in what the masses revere as standard
No dramatic fanfares, when the glass palace breaks into shards
And when the sky is grounded
The gaze wanders to where the scope is still honest
And for a little trick of the brain the heart doesn't believe it
Since you somehow have the feeling that your breath still has value
What is the chance that opportunities will present themselves
Feasibility just a scarred stone on the edge of the grave of ancient times
The nature everything remains a question mark, would a pinch really pull you from a dream back into the real?
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine
In heaven, everything is fine -
You've got your good things, and I've got mine
The promise of virtual history falls apart so quickly
When your impact collapses into itself
And your limit jingles as bright as silver
This melody sings it to you gives no Heroes
But when the landscape carves itself into stone, every syllable writes itself
It feels like every cloud on the vanilla sky has meaning
Always stay quiet when the question of meaning arises mangled
The knowledge cannot be knowledge - but I know

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