Viva la fucking Cucaracha!

Es gibt einfach nichts besseres.

Eure Kakerlake wird auf meinem Herzen verewigt.

Papa Roach!

Indulge yourself.

This all is coming to an end.

The diversity disappears.

My body is broken, yours is bent,

We hold each other, crying tears.

The smile on your face,

brings the lights into my heart,

watching the eternal race,

a race, frightning from the start.

My addiction, my only vice,

I tried to break through once or twice.

Now the time has come to let go,

writing a new chapter: "A hero's show."

02:59 min

Von mir.

Time for Annihilation.

Sex addicts, drugs and monsters,

don't know which one I'm gonna be tonight.

I know you think I'm crazy,

you think I've lost my mind.

I want to chase my dreams,

but you just punish me.

I lost myself inside the lies and wicked ways.

I'm starting to believe

you'll be the death of me,

but all I see is the reflection of the enemy.

Because I got nowhere to run

and nowhere to hide.

I'm running from the enemy inside.

It's not the TV screen.

It's not my family.

This is the end of me

I am the enemy.

La Hermandad.

Goodbye Garageland.

There's no Garageland no more,

only memories spread across the floor.

We felt like we were prisoners

in our save European home.

We had 48 hours at the weekends

to have a little riot of our own.

The cities of the dead were burning bright

and Johnny came marching home.

There's no Garageland no more.

We're left with memories lying on the floor.

(Did you believe what they said?)

Hear the sound of hate and war.

Death or Glory - we survived it all.

It seemed so good to be alive

and to dream of better times.

You gave us hope and we had enough rope.

We were ready for the fight

but rebellion turned to money.

As soon as the sun went down,

up all night we were flying high

'til we got the wake-up call.

There's no Garageland no more.

We're left with memories lying on the floor.

Bounce.

"Deutschlands Jugend bricht aus dem Raster,

nichts zu verlieren, nur die Schule als Laster.

Tanz dir den Scheiß von der Seele, vom Herz

und komm mit mir in eine Welt ohne Schmerz."

Wenns nur so leicht wär.

Just tell me what is on your mind.

What makes you go on?

I'm walking on cold sand,

I'm flying through the burning sky,

It's too much, I just can't stand,

I comply with the sorrow, stand and sigh.

I'm tasting bitter pills,

I'm a wasting critter that kills,

What was once left of myself,

Like in the old books on my shelf.

The smoke that fills the air,

Just stand still and stare,

This feeling that I get,

This one last cigarette.

There is no puissance no more,

Polaroid-memories lay spread 'cross the floor.

They make me remember that I'm not alone,

That I am free from myself and not a drone.

Emptiness.

Colour your life.

Es fuehrt zu nichts, wenn man die

fahle, graue Welt eines

Farbenblinden bunt ausmalen will.