Bremen

"Something better than death
 we can find anywhere"
 We are cannon fodder
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 A plastic bag on a shore
 flowing back and forth
 in a polluted shit of dawn
 ein, zwai, the leaders order the men to gloriously die
 ein, zwai, the leaders order their men to uselessly die
 With the weight of a ton in your heart, sick, we're living our lives
 In a new epidemic of sorrow, everything is all right
 ein, zwai, the victims fall to the mincer of amnesia
 One by one, the victims leaving a helmet of nostalgia
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 A repeating sequence
 Shadows in black and white
 Unending chronicles of époques lost in time
 And then a window hollow
 A Freudian scene
 An oceanic square with all my demons in uproar
 ein, zwai, the victims fall to the Winter of amnesia
 One by one, the victims losing their faith in God as they die
 Are those a village lights or are they stars?
 Are those the lights you brought me when I was beaten, fallen and drunk?
 Are those the sparkles of your eyes?
 Are these the borders of my time?