Testo The Solid Truth

A flag in the summer-wind Stones in the air, blood on the ground A smile in the TV-Show Hunger and penury all around Faces as clean as toys Promises far from truth Parades to show you How to play by the good old rules We hurt and kill this earth We believe in virgin birth We learn to hate We follow our fate We´re looking for the solid truth in that we can trust While we´re choking in the dirt and dieing in the dust More than illusions or a sharp dressed flag That treads us like shit and kills us like rats A voice in the night A radio-voice is talking ´bout terror You wake up To spend the all-day-defense-horror Keep your mouth shut Trying to save your identity You swim down the stream Just to become a part of superficiality We learn to give our lives We don´t know how to survive We cannot understand The acting of our hands We´re looking....