A cloud of dust is moving

through the attic of your mind

across the desert of the moon

What did you really hope to find?

You say:​​ Mr. Jokerman tell me:

Have you ever found

the way out​​ of here - or have you

just lost your sense of ground?

And a deathly silence

screams through your ears

'cause you've been a slave to noise

for so many years

And you're lost among echoes

of things not there

But you could swear there are waves

A salty​​ breeze in the air

Eine Schaufel schwebt durchs All

schwerelos dahin

Letzter Zeuge deiner Müh'

vom Schaufeln nach dem Sinn

Denn du grubst einen Krater

‘s ging tiefer Stück für Stück

Doch du sahst schnell weg

als die Tiefe sah zurück

Und ein grauer​​ Schwamm

in deinem obersten Saal

ist vollgesaugt und fault dahin

Keine Träne im Kanal

Doch dann:​​ Ein angespültes Rauschen

von der Quelle direkt ins Ohr

Und tief unterm Schlamm

wächst so Vertrautes hoch empor

An ocean's moss green heart

is beginning to beat

Strange noises down the crater

are calling from the deep

The blood's beginning to flow

There's a rush through your vein

It's shooting up your neck

and nothing seems the same

Had a vision - I was born

without any fill or any form

A hungry mouth - an open space

Salty drops were falling into a vase

on thousand souls inside an eggshell

to break through behind a flesh-cell

There was a moment - a reaction

A strange​​ splitting of the connection

And I was standing right in front of me

Who is it that I do see?

I is not my father

I is not my mother

I is not me... I is not me

I is someone else... I is someone else

I wanna know who

I wanna go through...

Through the looking glass

So I stood in front of my reflection

shaped by something with a need for affection

I wanna break the surface of the sea

I wanna conquer the land​​ 

I wanna follow me

I wanna look on the other side

where right is left and left is right

I is not him

I is not her

I is not me... I is not me

I is someone else... I is someone else

I wanna know who

I wanna go through...

Through the looking glass

Your silhouette's passing by

through the corner of my eye

Who are you? Who went through...

the looking glass?

Liebe Kinder - Jungs & Mädchen

Boys & Girls - This is: THE SHOW!

Hello my little one

Once you saw the light of day

You've played your games

You've searched a way

You’ve grown from monkey up to man

The crazy clown’s pushed you on stage

to show you how to show yourself

in the right bright light

to face the freakshow of the night

Take this fancy clothes

that your shelter stands the shows

Our colosseums still shine

for bread and games of postmodern time

Thumb up, thumb down

Gladiator’s fighting for the crown

You're in cage, live on stage

Nice to meet you, hello-hello

Welcome To The Show!

Stark naked - thrown to earth

Operating theatre - blinded birth

Do we really feel the same?

Do you really know my name?

My skin is a shelter - it keeps me save

My mind holds the key to open the cave

Stage fright's out of fashion​​ 

On air, give me smile, give me passion

Don't worry, be happy, 'cause you will learn

will learn

To wear the inside in, outside out

Otherwise I have to shout

'cause you are washed ashore the scene

and it doesn't really matter what you mean

It looks so complicated, but it really isn't art

to create a mask, to create a... shielded heart

Hey it's just confusion​​ 

where reality fucks illusion

You're in cage, live on stage

Nice to meet you, hello-hello

Welcome To The Show!

Stark naked - thrown to earth

Operating theatre - blinded birth

Do I hide 'cause I don't know

who am I and I have grown

with so much noise - I couldn't hear

a mask created in a tear of fear

Melancholy Man and his Femme Fatale

are hanging around in a great dancehall

Some guests are coming, some flowing away

and most of them, would need more time to stay

The orchestra’s playing a lot of tunes

Some are fast and some are slow

The conductor’s taking the guests to task

They all were born, but never were asked

No one really knows what's behind the curtain

No one really knows what's behind the mask

No one really knows why we always hide in trance

... in a never-ending feverdance

In einer Ecke abseits der tanzenden Schar

dort sitzen die Nachtvögel und nippen am Wein

Der Mond schimmert und flimmert am Fernsehbildschirm

Krater der Vergangenheit verkabelt im Hirn

Einst haben sie fremde Welten entdeckt

in der Schwerelosigkeit grosse Sprünge gewagt

Nachtvögel pfeifen das Liedchen der Nacht

doch der Schwarm tanzt weiter und keiner erwacht

Niemand weiss genau was der Vorhang verbirgt

Niemand weiss genau was die Masken verhüllen

Niemand weiss genau hinter was er sich verschanzt

... und einfach fiebrig weitertanzt

Melancholy Man hears a sound deep inside

Songs of fire, water, earth & air

Kaleidoscope lyrics are beginning to grow

He's looking through the curtain says:​​ „Now I know!“

He's changing the steps against the rhythm

Finding himself in a dance on his own

Trying to take his lady by the hand

„Can't you see me, don't you understand?“

Don't you want to look behind the curtain?

Don't you want to look behind the mask?

Don't you want to come a moment out of trance

... out of this feverdance?

Then one of the guests raises his voice in anger:

„Look! The Melancholy Man's wearing the inside out!“

The master of ceremony is quite shocked 'nd shouting:

„Haven't I warned you?! Now you're exposed!

But we give you a second chance,

take your place in the directed feverdance!“

So the Melancholy Man’s taking his mask from the ground

Facing the laughing and cheering crowd

He’s joining the feverdance, watching the show

Eyes fixed on the world wide window

I open the window as often as I can

There's a 2nd​​ life for every woman - every man

Through my jalousie - there's so much to observe - to see

And through your tube - my eyes flow

Right through that world wide window

Click-Click, Switch-Switch, World Wide Window

Click-Click, Switch-Switch, World Wide Window

Tell me all your secrets, tell me all your life

There's nothing private in this buzzing hive

The window's open for your shows that everybody knows

I'm so connected with powers of observation

I’m a watched watcher in the big-brother-nation

Click-Click, Switch-Switch, World Wide Window

Click-Click, Switch-Switch, World Wide Window

Alice gets naked - She’s here but far

She whispers that I should do her avatar

Can you see all the dreams caught by all the streams?

Digital Gangsta kills the analogue man

He films it with his real pimped up smartphone-cam

Click-Click, Switch-Switch, World Wide Window

Click-Click, Switch-Switch -

They catch the cheaters in parental control

And the wind blows trash through a wide open soul

Oh say can you see these ships of democracy

We’re so connected with powers of observation

We're all watched watchers in the big-brother-nations

Click-Click, Switch-Switch, World Wide Window

Click-Click, Switch-Switch, World Wide Window

Staring at the ocean​​ 

from my ivory tower

Still observing all the ships​​ 

in another lonely hour

Looking for something I've always wanted

but which was never mine

And there's smoke on the water​​ 

The mist is so dense

It's been there since this too soon​​ 

burnt down romance

And it almost makes me blind​​ 

'cause the smoke still burns in my eyes

And her echo appears​​ 

It is washed ashore

Bewitched I dive for the past -​​ 

for you once more

I wanna drown in the flood of your beauty

to cool my desire

Kaleidoscope - You're my Kaleidoscope

Downside up & Upside down

And when she moves,​​ 

my world is moving too

And it's a world of swirl because of my

Kaleidoscope​​ Girl

Meine Fantasie​​ 

war von der Schwerkraft befreit

Ohne Ziel, ohne Kompass,​​ 

ohne Gefühl von Zeit

Doch plötzlich leckte der Traum und ging unter

als Treibgut in der Flut

Ich angle nach dir​​ 

und werf die Wörter aus

doch dich fang ich nie​​ 

fang nur deinen Applaus

Bin ein schwankender Narr getrieben von

den Launen deiner Stimme

Und ihr Echo erhallt​​ 

prallt auf und sinkt ins Meer

Und ich tauche nach dir​​ 

nur noch einmal mehr

Will in deiner Flut ertrinken

will noch einmal in dir untergehen

Kaleidoskop - Bist mein Kaleidoskop

Abwärts hoch & Hochwärts ab

Und wenn du dich drehst,​​ 

dreht sich meine Welt

And it's a world of swirl because of my

Kaleidoscope -

Your voice have brought me down to this place

But you're no longer here

And now I'm drowning, I’m getting out of air

'cause it was you who’ve caught my breath

Oh gimme your love, give it all to me

Or else - maybe - could you set me free?

Yes I know there's a graveyard

where the dreams should die

But even if there's peace​​ 

I'd prefer this short high

When I remember her smile which hangs

in the frozen-past-gallery

And her echo appears​​ 

It is washed ashore

Bewitched I dive for the past –​​ 

for you once more

I wanna drown in the flood of your beauty

to cool my desire

Kaleidoscope - You're my Kaleidoscope

Downside up & Upside down

And when she moves,​​ 

my world is moving too

And it's a world of swirl because of my

Kaleidoscope Girl

I know morning comes and will dry up the scene

But until then I kiss you through the bars of this dream

Sleep analysis; object Beta 3-4-3

Starting dream-sequence Nr. 84: message-programme:

Alphas arbeiten so viel und schwer,​​ 

weil sie so furchtbar schlau sind.

Oh ich bin so glücklich ein Beta zu sein,​​ 

denn ich muss nicht so schwer arbeiten.

Ich bin besser als ein Gamma oder ein Delta.

Gammas und Deltas sind so dumm.

Oh ich bin so froh ein Beta zu sein.​​ 

Ein Beta zu sein ist doppelplusgut.

Object has finished REM

Starting day-programme:

Good morning - Good morning Beta 3-4-3

You hear the voice of your D.ex.M.

It’s time - It’s time, it’s 6 a.m.

Stand up - Get up, it’s time to take your meds

DNA-Sequence, identity checked

Trust me, it’s really you who D.ex.M. is talking to

Beta 3-4-3 has done body-crime

Your urine shows me harmful substances

Aha got ya, you have smoked indeed

For this you receive 3 penalty points

D.ex.M. will put you to the acid test

Why? Because it’s for your best!

I’m not home right now, so please leave a message

Just start talking at the sound of the tone

And I’ll try to answer, as soon as I’m home

Hello-Hello, this is your D.ex.M.

Look all these goals & desires,​​ 

ready-made for you

Get enough coins, call now, pick up the phone

Be a good dog, ready-steady, bring me the bone

And Paradise-Island is waiting, ok?

Don’t give up, you can win the lottery someday

I’m not home right now, so please leave a message

Just start talking at the sound of the tone

And I’ll try to answer, as soon as I’m home

Hello-Hello, this is your D.ex.M.

Hello-Hello, is anybody home?

This is your Dada-Deus-Dream,​​ 

out of Mama-Men-Machine

Plug-in your body, plug-in your brain

D.ex.M.’s browsing through your database

There’s a contagious mind behind this face

Good night - Sweet dreams, this was your D.ex.M.

I hear my friends

through the window they say

Hey you bitter man​​ 

you’ve promised to play

And you ask me how I do

Well I'd like to join the game

but I never get your rules -​​ 

you never could explain

The spiders of science

spun the world wide web

made reality a fly​​ 

caught by their net

Morning after morning

one more answer to choose

Is it me or my avatar​​ 

I'm going to use?

I feel so tired

put myself into bed

They've got some channels​​ 

in the bedroom of my head

Commercial lullabies

Trojan horses and more

smuggled in my mind -​​ 

smuggled through that door

Oh du willst mich anders

Willst mein Exorzist sein

Willst mich clean & sauber

Willst mich fleckenlos rein

Aber ‘s wär doch möglich

sind die Dämonen erst fort

gibt's auch keinen Engel mehr​​ 

an diesem meinem Ort

Ach lass uns etwas tun

Falsch - verrückt zugleich

So 'ne kleine Explosion -​​ 

'nen kleinen Druckausgleich

Aber ja hast ja recht

Hab mich in allem geirrt

Da gibt's kein Wunder,​​ 

das wirklich wird

There's no position

that I'm willing to choose

Even though you say:

Hell is breaking loose

There's no Pro or Con

No truth, no lie

No hero, no heaven -​​ 

it's all sucked dry

They’ve sent me on cold turkey

from the feelings & faith

There's nothing to believe in -

not a single wraith

But now I swear

I'm gonna be a good boy

Gimme something to believe in​​ 

and use me as your toy

Hey Mr. Misunderstood

You believe in nothing

But we can give you something

We’ll give you an image

Give you a scene

Many friends & self-esteem

Can you guess our trade?

Guess our vision?

Nothing to do with superstition

Utopia needs good men

Utopia needs who?

Yes, that's right - Utopia needs you!

You've got the hunger

We've got the food

We are The Path - The Right, Right Route

Gimme Soma, gimme Soma

Put me in a coma

Wir machen dich zum Hammer

Formen den Schädel

Mach sie platt - sie sind Nägel

Der Glaube macht stark

Der Zweifel schwach

Pass auf sonst gibt's eins aufs Dach

Wir zeigen dir Messias

Zeigen dir den Macher

Du wirst seh'n er ist ‘n Kracher

Wir nutzen die Stunde

Schüren die Glut

Feuer zieh mit uns - wii ahr se reit, reit ruth

Gib mir Soma, gib mir Soma

Führ mich ins Koma

'course we know fun

'course we can

Give a little rope for a faithful fan

Feel the rhythm

Feel control

We give guidance - You give soul

We want the crusade

We want to win

We have a mission - so let us begin

You know what's bad

You know what's good

Come follow - The Right, Right Route

Gimme Soma, gimme Soma

Put me in a coma

Wir harren aus, Tag für Tag

Warten auf ein Wunder, denken uns weg

Warten auf 'ne Sache,​​ 

ein ganz bestimmtes Ding

Das uns zeigt wer wir sind - wer ich bin

Versuchen bei der Eile​​ 

die Hälfte zu überseh‘n

Im geschminkten Narzissmus hält's sich aus

Und Abends - Primetime -​​ 

blicken wir wie gebannt

Ins Spieglein, Spieglein an der Wand

Schneide Fratzen und verzieh' dein Gesicht

Schrei die Maschinen an - es werde Licht

Lach uns nochmal aus und reich mir die Hand

Du im Spieglein, Spieglein an der Wand

Entbundene Symbiose - entnabeltes Kind

Bist dennoch massentauglich dosiert zensiert

Hast dich gehäutet -​​ 

mehr oder weniger ungewollt

Hast die Fantasie voller Gier zu Tode geträumt

Die Leichen sind vergraben & gut verscharrt

Du bist einer der ins Leere starrt

Und ich werde nicht - nein -​​ 

ich bin schon gemacht

Hast du mich bloss geträumt und ausgedacht?

Sprich zu mir und komm wieder heim

Lass uns gemeinsam einsam sein

Öffne die Augen - überflute den Sand

Du im Spieglein, Spieglein an der Wand

Ihre Augen sind dir kein Spiegel mehr

Ein Flimmerbild wohin du auch schaust

Hast die Stille ersoffen –​​ 

trunken im Lärm

Geblieben ein Stückchen Schale,​​ 

weit weg vom Kern

Geliftete Narben - synthetischer Geist

Wegrasierte Kanten, schön frisiert ausradiert

Und ich denke nicht - nein -

werde nicht mal gedacht

Du betrittst jetzt die Bühne mit aller Macht

Communication basically works with a sender who has an idea, which he, she or it converts into a form. The receiver catches the broadcast and converts its form into an idea. But the one important point to mention is: The broadcast between sender and receiver has to go through a channel.​​ And in this channel, there is always some noise.

World what is wrong with me?

It seems that I've lost the key

I've switched the channels,​​ 

tried to knock on the door

but their amusement, doesn't amuse me anymore

And their plastic show became reality

A world - a life - that turns without me

World the feeling’s almost gone

but the heart is beating on

Blind, deaf and numb with a noise in my ear

I cannot feel and cannot hear

And I remember, but I don't remember what

Is it just dried up life till the final cut?

I see you, I reflect you

And something's rising there behind

There are keys you haven't used

There are mysteries you haven't solved

Open the cage, stroke your naked feelings...

Backstage!

You...Who are you?

You...Who made who?

I... is it you is it me?

I'm the only one they see!

Ha-hi-ho-hu-ha-ha-hi....

World what will be after the show?

Will my soul picked up by a cosmic crow?

So many dreams, that I not share

I try to breathe, I try to care

And I'm sad, but I can't really tell why

It's a sadness which is too numb to cry

I see you, I reflect you

Something's rising there behind

There are seas you haven't sailed

There are souls you haven't raised

Open the cage, stroke your naked feelings...

Backstage!

You...Who are you?

You...Who made who?

You think you can go?

Think you leave the show?

No-no-no-no-no-no you won't go....

I have the key!

As you’re standing by the ocean - You realize:

You’re so crazy and free

And that the wind sheds your skin

sheds the machinery

It’s not too late, but it would be better soon

to dance your way free under a fool moon

They search some truth

in the pistol smoke

But life is so short

short enough for a joke

So pull some faces on the front of the line

This is the moment - this is the time

Standing by the ocean

You’re so crazy and free

And the wind sheds your skin

sheds the scenery

So pull some faces on the front of the line

This is the moment – this is the time