What can be learned
From these stories told
But not understood?
Why this world turned?
Was it cold, the future foretold?
What was suppose to be understood?
These stories told
Yet untold to us...
We have no understanding
Or, at least, no proof
That what we think we're understanding
Is actually truth.
We think we know
What these thing say
But do we really?
oder is it all...
All the stories and myths and legends....
Is it all possibly...
Just a best guess?
Can we prove the stories we've been telling...
Are actually fact, and not fiction...?
Each glyph means something
But to common eyes, nothing.
“Just pictures” to some, to most
Some claim they know what they mean
But no proof exists to prove them
Either right nor wrong.
So to say these stories
Are told yet untold.
Understood yet...
Not understood.
History lost...
But it was recorded in stone
On papers, culture written
Meaningless to the average
Because we can't understand what it says
oder what it means...
Pictures for our guessing
1,000 words for the bidding
Each picture worth Mehr then that
But 1,000 words is all we're giving.
Worlds untold
Telling what the ancients knew
But we can't decipher.
Stories and history
Loses and victory
Lost information chiseled
And carefully carved for us
Somehow we Lost it...
This little piece of history...
Is nothing less then a welcome
A welcome to mystery.
Let your imagination tell
These stories told
Yet unknown.
From these stories told
But not understood?
Why this world turned?
Was it cold, the future foretold?
What was suppose to be understood?
These stories told
Yet untold to us...
We have no understanding
Or, at least, no proof
That what we think we're understanding
Is actually truth.
We think we know
What these thing say
But do we really?
oder is it all...
All the stories and myths and legends....
Is it all possibly...
Just a best guess?
Can we prove the stories we've been telling...
Are actually fact, and not fiction...?
Each glyph means something
But to common eyes, nothing.
“Just pictures” to some, to most
Some claim they know what they mean
But no proof exists to prove them
Either right nor wrong.
So to say these stories
Are told yet untold.
Understood yet...
Not understood.
History lost...
But it was recorded in stone
On papers, culture written
Meaningless to the average
Because we can't understand what it says
oder what it means...
Pictures for our guessing
1,000 words for the bidding
Each picture worth Mehr then that
But 1,000 words is all we're giving.
Worlds untold
Telling what the ancients knew
But we can't decipher.
Stories and history
Loses and victory
Lost information chiseled
And carefully carved for us
Somehow we Lost it...
This little piece of history...
Is nothing less then a welcome
A welcome to mystery.
Let your imagination tell
These stories told
Yet unknown.
the Tag was long and dreary
Du have left me weary
my eyes are often teary
so let me say one last thing...
i take back everything I've said
NIGHTMARE:
my dream
fear that i fight
a nightmare
Liebe FRUIT:
in spring the plum, ripe
fall, then it falls from the tree
Liebe does the same thing
like an overly ripe pflaume fruit...
nether the fruit, nor love, lasts
Dreamer:
i used to be a dreamer.
but i noticed something...
all the dreamers end up...
with a broken heart.
Rosen are rose:
Rosen are rose,
what ever color they may be.
violets are violet,
can't we agree?
The Tag that i die:
the best Tag of my life
will be the Tag i leave this world
and never return
never come back.
The past bites:
i'd like to forget
what i've been through.
and what my life's been like.
i'd like to see a light at the end of the tunnel...
but every time i forget...
the past jumps back in front of me.
The cellar is quite, cool, dry.
The pain inside, the hate and anger, all hidden
From mortal eyes they are forbidden
Locked away in a big gray room
Kept under lock and key
Hidden away...
Until this day
The floor shakes
The earth quakes
The bottles fall,
The glass brakes
Broken bottles, empty
Shattered all around me
The hate, pain, and the anger flood the room
And i'm right in the middle
Then the bottles
Oh, the busted, broken bottles
They will refill and be replaced
With Mehr and more...and more
Mehr hate, pain...more anger and rage
Waiting...Waiting for the Weiter big quake.
The pain inside, the hate and anger, all hidden
From mortal eyes they are forbidden
Locked away in a big gray room
Kept under lock and key
Hidden away...
Until this day
The floor shakes
The earth quakes
The bottles fall,
The glass brakes
Broken bottles, empty
Shattered all around me
The hate, pain, and the anger flood the room
And i'm right in the middle
Then the bottles
Oh, the busted, broken bottles
They will refill and be replaced
With Mehr and more...and more
Mehr hate, pain...more anger and rage
Waiting...Waiting for the Weiter big quake.
