Graphomanie/en
Graphomania (Listen!)
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
2, 3, 4, counted off, voted out, whatever only torments the little ones.
Stepped down, set aside, the new and the old world.
Put there, pocketed, until the beams crack.
Explosion, extension, a pink teddy on the throne.
Number players, white-wine coolers, everything meaninglessly stale.
Mobile-phone dealers, mood feelers, professionals have shit themselves.
Friendly monsters, evil monsters, cupboards simply stay shut.
Presidents, newspaper hoaxes, what does he say and what do you say?
Love has to be like this, the country has to be like this.
The city has to be like this, food has to be like this.
Art has to be like this. Life has to be like this.
No, it doesn't!
Stop it, man; failing well makes you wiser.
Listen, man; your counter-move keeps braking.
Listen to yourself, man, how your words twist the world.
Stand up, let loose, see sense, go home.
State experts, werewolf tracks, foot by foot towards the goal.
Stupid words, quiet places, much decays on a grand scale.
Artists' ruins, crumbs of fees, what remains is swallowed up.
Fun noodling, packs of fools, rabble driving us insane.
Kingslayers, unsupported, unpunished and yet disturbed.
Sidings, bird shit, every plea unheard.
Giant jewels, press fibs, Führer bunker — Schnuckenpuck!
Media bubbles, artificial grass, brains burst — excess pressure.
Love has to be like this, the country has to be like this.
The city has to be like this, food has to be like this.
Art has to be like this. Life has to be like this.
No, it doesn't!
Stop it, man; failing well makes you wiser.
Listen, man; your counter-move keeps braking.
Listen to yourself, man, how your words twist the world.
Stand up, let loose, see sense, go home.
What was agreed, what was laughed at, has the last word after all.
Advanced entry wounds don't linger; they fly away.
Mountains of hammers, ballpoint refills, writing, remaining, absolute.
Thinking in castes, watering holes for the antisocial, no idea, no anger.
Will to live, shutter shades, off is good and bad is on.
Sources of danger, places to leap from, nothing is as it can remain.
Salvos of laughing gas that didn't help, kind words dismissed.
And things will probably get dirty when one thing leads to another here.
Love has to be like this, the country has to be like this.
The city has to be like this, food has to be like this.
Art has to be like this. Life has to be like this.
No, it doesn't!
Stop it, man!
