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Fear
05:40
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Track: Fear
Lyrics: Mauler
The nerve call
The protector
Becomes the advisor
A liar in your trust
The power becomes stress
The warning sign becomes a wall
A prison
and a test
It paralyzes and detains
It holds us
and our pains
In this uncomfortable home
that is so well known
Keeps us down and alert
It is the fear
that throws itself
to the feet of the nearest frightening specter
Like a dog
and ignores
the shadows hiding behind its back.
An old friend
Outstanding his
welcome
The door is wide
closed.
What once
helped us
to survive
Will now be the face of our doom
The fear of change
Seems bigger than
the fear of extinction.
We hold our heads
Brave between our shoulders
Keep hiding -
Ignore
Stay down
Once more
Feed on
The given
Stay down Once more
Feed on
The well known
rise of the paralyzed word
Stay down
Once more
Feed on the paralyzing world
Kneel down
To your king
By the name of fear
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161
04:42
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Track: 161
Artist: Mauler
Lyrics: Mauler
The packs are back
Running our woods
Silent when they need to
Or howling
at the moon
Invisible to us.
Beside of traces
of their hunt.
Being observed - Observing the observer.
Silent paws
Under the radar
Of our lifes
In no way we can grasp
The essence of the predator
The wild warm smell, The taste of game
And what an injury could
Mean.
In the pack
How important a place is
in the pack
The packs are back
In their woods.
The packs are back
Right behind this treeline.
They feast.
The phantom teacher exists and they take out the old, the sick and the weak
Nighttime Is wolftime
For the hunt
Together with the pack
161 for now
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The crust of the wound
03:52
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Track: 161
Artist: Mauler
Lyrics: Mauler
Look away
Walk a big circle
Around the fallen and the grey
Around the hole
in the ground
of our society
Don't look into the hole
Of our social spider web
You don’t
want to get yelled at
You don’t
want to smell
What could become of you
Don't look into the hole
And Take your fingers of the wound. Close your eyes.
Make them disappear.
Eye contact will feed your guilt
and mirror your insecurity
One wrong step and this could be you
yelling at the masses
Not being the player in this game
and being brushed of the surface
Hold your head up high.
And walk into the hole.
And live like the bugs
underneath a stone.
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