Grönemeyer Herbert
Theories are fading, the propaganda is flat, nothing is valid anymore,
the church is in checkmate, the world is throwing open the gate, and all chatter is paralyzed. Confusion becomes law
Boundaries are unhinged, the clear line there, everything is in flux,
The wild is winning, cultures are raging, thought centers are in shock
Answers are running amok
We are hitting ourselves on the head, powerless We simply blind ourselves
Spaces become narrower, every order becomes blurred
We flap our wings like crazy so that we are spared from falling
We cannot live without support, we are used to rules turn us,
can twist us
there is chaos and there is peace enough after death there is enough peace after death
The end is open again, existence at the new beginning, uniformity
eaten up,
the controls have been passed and on to new shores,
it's too late to vote and no one knows where the journey is going
differences are blurred Ideologies have overtaken themselves
Overfilled pockets are hopelessly in the debit
We flap our wings like crazy so that we are spared from the crash
We cannot live without support, the rules we are used to turn,
we can squirm
there is chaos and peace there is enough after death there is peace
enough after death
Nature takes over the hand strikes back hard
the greed for money sends us into catastrophe, forces us to our happiness
We flap our wings like crazy so that we are spared the fall
cannot live without support Rules we are used to can turn us,
can make us writhe
there is chaos
and there is enough peace after death
There is enough peace after death

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