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Wir sind Gemälde mit Beinen

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A collective heart within the pain.
A flickering flame. A fading host.
A force awakened.
A fragile heart that never dares.
A hollow heart. A fading sun.
A journey to wisdom as truth spins around.
A mithistomia, where silence is spoken.
A movement born our lives evolve.
A question unfolds,
A question unfolds.
A statistic gleams bright, but context is thin,
A story retold,
A story retold.
A tapestry of unmade blades.
A thought experiment where shadows reside.
A voice remains to be remade.
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ai will be watching you like eating watermelon
An accurate tale loses its skin.
Anarchy calls a taste of the divine.
Anarchy shows us how wild we can be.
And emptiness breeds the darkest chains.
Anonymity fuels the flames.
Bound together. Break the fall.
But in hidden corners true freedom can heal.
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Close your eyes, feel the weight start to fade,
Close your eyes, let the shadows embrace,
Close your eyes, my love, and fly away.
Die einen Tag retten müssen
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Echoes of joy blend with whispers of pain.
Echoes of thought in the machinery spin,
Es gibt Menschen,
Every heartbeat crashes like waves on the shore,
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Floating through darkness, lost in the haze,
Fly away, into the darkened skies,
From numbed despair to brave resolve.
Glimmers of silver, shadows entwined,
Heartbeat syncs with the pulse of the night,
In a web of omission, the truth often lies.
In a world painted grey where rules confine.
In chaos we dance a rhythm we find.
In darkness and light.
In freedom’s embrace what’s gained what’s lost?
In our belonging.
In search of the truth, deception resorts.
In the blur of the language, meanings collide,
In the chorus of stars, we dance in the light.
In the cracks where shadows creep.
In the dance of anarchy we find our own light.
In the dark where no one cares.
In the depth of silence, we play the game.
In the ether where dreams find their place,
In the face of danger do we turn or do we fight?
In the fire of living our stories unfold.
In the heart of the night, we lose all care.
In the heart of the struggle
In the heart of the struggle.
In the rubble of despair.
In the shadows where echoes fade.
In the unity of hearts we define.
In this dark embrace, we seek ever more.
In this haunting melody, together we sway,
In this sacred haven, our souls aligned,
In this twilight realm, we find our bold.
Increasing numbers. Fading names.
Inherit the signs, the language we share,
Interpretations forming, floating in the air.
Into the unknown where night meets day,
Invisible threads they come undone.
Is safety worth freedom?
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Kunst interpretiert sich nicht selbst
Leave the world behind, let the night unfold,
Let’s forge a bond to light the thread.
Life’s unpredictable sunshine and rain.
Mimicalism Band A Part
Misleading the seeker who trusts in their stride.
Mit einem Puls
Mysteries unravel in labyrinthine ways,
No longer ghosts. We ignite the flame.
No more the silence. No more the dread.
No sense of home. No place called own.
Not a cure-all it carries its cost.
Not a path for the meek but a call for the bold.
Not fabricated, just a clever disguise,
Old problems reshape in a world that’s robust.
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Questions now rise in the haze of the night,
Reproducing perceptions it thinks from within.
Screaming out for a sign of hope.
Secrets whispered through the chilling air,
Sie bestehen aus Arsch und Glas
Sind keine Menschen
Sind still
Sleight of hand in the filters we trust,
So remember those who feel alone.
So take my hand, and let’s drift away,
Stripped of ties you’re just a ghost.
Superfluous no more.
Surplus souls in the night alone.
Surplus souls in the night, alone, screaming out for a sign of hope.
The city whispers a muted moan.
The human experience beautifully blind.
The old feeds the new in a cycle unbroken,
The world a stage where silence reigns.
They are the masses finding home.
Through the void we journey, unafraid,
Through valleys of chaos where the lost can be found.
Together we stand. No longer shy.
Truth and distortion, never quite the same.
Unser Kopf lässt sich abnehmen
Unsere Haut ist aus Ton und blau bemalt
Until Nobody Knows What Is In or What Is out
Urban life stifles with concrete and steel.
Was gibt es da schon zu sagen?
We are alive.
We search for the key,
We search for the key.
We will rise high.
We will shine.
We will thrive.
We’re stitched from sorrow draped in shades.
Welcome to realms where logic distorts,
When AI begins to answer the call,
When the mass becomes your guide, will you rise or sink below?
When the mass becomes your guide.
Where the echoes linger and the spirit flies,
Whispers of night, calling your name,
Who knows the mirrors that reflect on us all?
Who taught the machine to choose these hues?
Why these words? Why this insight?
Why this fact? Why these views?
Will you rise or sink below?
Wir sind Gemälde mit Beinen
Wir sind Kunst die man fi*ken kann
Wir sind Kunst die man ficken kann
Wir sind Statuen
Words carefully chosen, they weave and they guide,
You linger here, beneath the weight, a ghost adrift, a twisted fate
You’ll find their cries are ours to keep.
You’re not nothing, hear the call, bound together, break the fall
You’re not nothing. Hear the call.