Warehouse Of Brilliant Minds

Demo 2009

1. Warehouse Of Brilliant Minds (04:33) 2. We Are Gods (05:16)

How come that there’s always a word or a sentence
That is rather hated, humiliating instead of being encouraging
Instead of grabbing every dream
We’re gonna slowly leave this world

The lockbox of ideas is becoming reality
Serving our comfort

But I still can’t see with my tiny eyes what will become of this power
There were, there are and there will be incredible deeds and who knows
Centuries can pass without proud people bleeding to death
Drowned in their concious, but they hold on
Because they’ve created the perfect things, buildings with their two hands
Religions call for thousands still

For example, there’s the media
Who believes what, who should give something to the other
As small, playful puppets we watch
Generations grow over the Earth

I hope you’ve seen in the end that I’m not against you
But I’m not with you either
I don’t know any better, but it can’t go on like this
From hence this path leads only downwards…

Go!

Come On

Take what you’ve been given
Make use of every bit of it, the sky, the earth, water against fire

Your hands against people, weapons against war
Your breath against the air, your child against the family
Use them, or throw them away if you don’t need them
Throw them away if they are already too heavy
Run away and don’t even look back
Because what you’ve left behind will never be with you
And you’ve just acquired another wound for yourself

I hope you’ve seen in the end that I’m not against you
But I’m not with you either
I don’t know any better, but it can’t go on like this
From hence this path leads only downwards…

Yet, there are things that are worth living for
Though it ends with a period
We know without question marks
They’re taking us forward until we interfere
But why we would do so?

As small, playful puppets we watch
Generations grow over the Earth

We cannot wake up without speech or deeds
The same things every day, same steps
See the same and fear the same
And after some time if we don’t get rid of its grey part
Strangely we’ll not see the good things, only the
end of them

I’ve been waiting for it, because I know how much more there is
I feel I’ve seen what’s waiting for me
It was a dream, but I have to catch it with my hands,
My feet, my mind and with all my might

I hope you’ve seen in the end that I’m not against you
But I’m not with you either
I don’t know any better, but it can’t go on like this
From hence this path leads only downwards…

Warehouse of brilliant minds