THRÄNENKIND LYRICS

1. Desperation

"The desperation's gone" but I'm frantically trying to live up to my ideals

A wrench in the gears, a stone through the windows
Black masks and burning police cars
Street fight romantic and so called solidarity
There must be something more.

Sitting in a lonely room filled with stupid laughter

The joke isn't funny anymore
It isn't funny anymore
Who defines how we have to be?
Who defines us?

One's truth must be the only one
Separation at any means but
It's all about identity
If this is your way to go
I step aside...

2. King Apathy

We crowned apathy king.
The ruler of a dying world, in which
Ignorance is luscious
Not knowing blessing.

This is your culture?
Where's your compassion?
If this is your future
I want to see it crashing!

Abysmal consumption
Windowless factories.
Creatures – just products.
Daily Horror Show.

Exploitation
On every level.
I am a hypocrite.
You are a murderer.

The time has come to dismantle the throne room.
Shatter the golden crown.
Dethrone king Apathy.

3. Ghosts

This won't ever be a call to arms.
Although I want to burn this city down
Erase this pressure from our hearts
And find an anchor in this fast paced world.

But no place can keep me confident,
When those people or so called friends
Make me despise myself.

Has it ever been something more
Than scratching the surface?
Will it ever be something more
Than scratching the surface?

When will we finally realize, that there's no need to be afraid of what's beneath the ocean's surface.

"You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore."
[– William Faulkner]

If things were better in the past why did we let them slip away?
I should let go of my ghosts and try to focus on our new utopia!

4. Urban Giants

We all wander alone through these fields of grey concrete giants.
Rain pours down from the sky to drown our lives.
Cars roll by and I look aside.

Piece by piece I slowly lose
What I wanted to be mine forever.
Reflecting myself
I recognize the contradiction
Between my dreams and this reality.

These dogmas will be the death of all worth living.
I can't stand the way this world progresses.

The only way to live is to die today.
The only way to freedom is to erase all hope.

5. The Blood On Our Hands

I am a wanderer. Blind amidst the twisted trails of night.
In search for light you are doomed to die in darkness.

Golden are only the reflections of the sinking sun
In the windows of their postmodern concrete caskets.

Gigantic monsters cough blackest death.
Self created downfall – a cynical cycle.
Utilitarian sickness within us all.
The pillars of our society:

Bow down to the new gods
Wires wrapped around our necks
Send your prayers to the heavens
wait for their response and despair .

Mental regression – social suicide
Toxic depression – global ecocide
We breath with cancer in our lungs.
We'll die with plastic in our mouths.

6. Drifter

I am a drifter with no place to feel like home.
Robot like life – daily senselessness.

Not sure how much longer I can stay
bearing your lies, pretending I'm okay.

Did you ever listen to what I had to say?
Your arrogant smile might come back at you one day.

Fear is the consent reigning our lives.
"Serotonin's gone" – common loneliness.

No future! Worthless, decreasing self-esteem.
A sickening age! We are meant to exploit ourselves!

A collective feeling – I never understood.
Pointless conversations – I am fine.

Dead inside and full of life!
Dead inside but full of life!

7. What We Believe In

A look behind my back
And everything I believe in
Is crushed to little pieces.
Egoism and greed rule
Your stupid lives.
My friend.
Feed your children your flags
and live your shallow lives without me.

8. Smokestacks And Concrete Walls

We've grown up among smokestacks and concrete walls.
Ashes in our lungs. Fire in our hearts. Bereft of all warmth.

Again I am walking
Through your city, haunted
By the aching in my stomach.

We follow the paths of our careers
To drop dead consumed by our fears.

When I would try to drag down what drags me down
I would need to dash this whole moloch to the ground.

I know how it feels,
to be the lowest of the low.
That's over now.
I am not a griever, but no coward either.

I throw myself on the hard floor of reality.
Back on my feet I drag myself through your shitty Hollywood-lives.

Maybe I'm still a slave to my fears.
But maybe you're just the fuck up, I am.
Maybe it will all come down, but we won't drown in vain.
We will tear your world apart. Forever against the grain.

9. Vanishing Youth

"After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains?"
[– Walt Whitman]

The dust raised by vanishing youth still tastes bitter in your dry mouth.
The strong clutching hands of uncertainty still hold you back.

Every word turns you into a liar.
Every path leads you into the mire.
You ask me what to do in this cold heart life.
Listen to the wind: everything you need is in yourself.

"Read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your Life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any Book" or song,
Dismiss whatever insults your true self.

"To be nobody but yourself
In a world which is doing its best day and night
To make you like everybody else
Means to fight the hardest battle
Which any human being can fight
And never stop fighting."
[- E.E. Cummings]

10. Homeruiner

"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness."
[– Henry D. Thoreau]

Nowhere at home. Always on the run.
I set fire to every house in every town.
All the places that offered me warmth burnt down.
No safety for me. A shelter I have none.

I am always running. Never looking back.
I just smell fire no matter how hard i try to breathe fresh air.

Maybe I will find the strength one day, to leave my past behind.
To break free. To run towards the sun.
But maybe I won't have to walk so many miles.
Maybe I just need to stop running away and open my eyes.

One day I will be welcomed home – by nothing but ruins.
Just withered shades, burnt down long ago.
No smoke will be polluting the air.
But frail green seeds will come up among the ashes everywhere.







THRÄNENKIND LYRICS