Gravitational Pull
I found my place.
Call us a river.
Through time and space -
Das gleiche Fernweh.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Nothing ever ends.
I found myself
In timeless futures
And present tense -
Die gleiche Sehnsucht.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Nothing ever ends.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
I combust time. Combust.
Stay after the end.
Pass me like the wind.
I found my place.
Ich hass die Stille.
Through time and space
Da schreit das Fernweh.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
It will never end.
No love for the landlords in town.
No love for the king and his crown. No.
No love for the church and its priests
And really no fucking love -
No love for the police.
No love for the landlords in town.
No love for the king and his crown. No.
No love for the church and its priests
And really no fucking love -
No love for the police.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
Call us a river.
Through time and space -
Das gleiche Fernweh.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Nothing ever ends.
I found myself
In timeless futures
And present tense -
Die gleiche Sehnsucht.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Nothing ever ends.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
I combust time. Combust.
Stay after the end.
Pass me like the wind.
I found my place.
Ich hass die Stille.
Through time and space
Da schreit das Fernweh.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
Disappear here.
It will never end.
No love for the landlords in town.
No love for the king and his crown. No.
No love for the church and its priests
And really no fucking love -
No love for the police.
No love for the landlords in town.
No love for the king and his crown. No.
No love for the church and its priests
And really no fucking love -
No love for the police.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Death is bound to catch us
Before we reach heaven.
Credits
Writer(s): Benedikt Ricken, Christopher Schmidt, Julian Schulze, Robin Anderson, Timo Laas
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