Lyrics: In my selfish dream I want to disappear Turn the world to dust with a strum of my guitar In my selfish dream I want to disappear Vs myself Va the world

Lyrics: wandering deserted pavements pale grey buildings, dark grey sky cats eyes glowing in the night watching us collide there are a thousand eyes observing but none of them is perceiving us strolling through the steady noise trying to get by conquering the void you smoke your cigarettes i breathe the cold air wondering why no one's around we will remain silent and we will just walk resisting the constant sound i wonder if i could ever shut up 
about not wanting to exist in a world like this and if i could abort the self-destruct because 
you make me loose sight of that just for a while under piss yellow stars passing our time 
here under piss yellow stars wasting our time i hear humans talking
 silhouettes in window frames 
i look down from the powerlines 
but they seem so far away i wonder if i could ever shut up 
about not wanting to exist in a world like this and if i could abort the self-destruct because 
you make me loose sight of that just for a while under piss yellow stars passing our time 
here under piss yellow stars wasting our time

Lyrics: it's my fault when my strength begins to fade when my hands begin to shake it's my fault, it's my fault when my bones break it's my fault that i don't look the same that i'm drowning in the rain it's my fault, it's my fault it's in my veins it's my fault, it's my fault when i'm carried by the flood it's my fault, it's my fault it's in my blood

Lyrics: I wür wieder gern 16i sii Dozmol hani träumt vu Liebi, Sex und Anarchie. Mit Pickel im Gsicht und ständig hartem Penis, Jede Obed Festbankstimmig und jede Morge Filmriss. De Zauber vum erste Joint isch endgültig abglaufe. Dafür kanni jetzt legal hochprozentige Schnaps kaufe! Das isch Bombe das isch hart Kumm me trinket üs in Sarg Jedi Nacht e neui Legende ufem Schwarze Engel! Ob Pöbelei oder Diskussion St.Galle-Punk: Nie monoton! Au bi -15 Grad vor de Beiz am hänge. Chummi nöd hüt, chummi morn und am liebste dier is Gsicht! Ide Szene bliebt me für immer jung, nur d Bonze krieget d Gicht! Früener hani no meh ageh und i ha no härter kämpft - hüt ischmer da egal. Denn ganz glich wie viel Jöhrli no vergöhn - I blib Punk und Radikal! Das isch Punkrock das isch Oi! Me bliebed BearPit für immer treu. Egal wieviel Ziit vergoht, jo me bliebet zemme. Ob Kommunismus oder Anarchie, Du bisch du und I bin i, Holemer üs nomel es Schwizerkrüz zum verbrenne! Chummi nöd hüt, chummi morn und am liebste dier is Gsicht! Ide Szene bliebt me für immer jung, nur d Bonze krieget d Gicht! Früener hani no meh ageh und i ha no härter kämpft - hüt ischmer da egal. Denn ganz glich wie viel Jöhrli no vergöhn - I blib Punk und Radikal! (Nocher kunnt eig nuno immer wieder "Punk und Radikal" aber da schribi jetzt nöd alles uf, wär mega langwiilig)