staubkind

she brings your food, you cut her voice.
her labor pays your grand career.
she serves your feast, you call it choice.
the hazel branch shelters her fear.

you stage her chores to make her small.
lentils are thrown into the ash.
you make her scrub and bear it all,
as pigeons gather, wings will clash.

stopp das system, das seelen frisst!
stopp jede macht, die uns vergisst!
stopp die gier, die dich zerstoert!
stopp das gold, das dich verzehrt!
sei kein staubkind, erhebe dich!
bleib standhaft, stark, zerbrich nur nicht!
schlag nieder jede hoerigkeit!
dein weg ist frei, du bist bereit!

a slipper gleams, a fate in vows.
a gilded cage disguised as trust.
you promise love, but none allows,
in time the chains corrode to dust.

your glass salvation cuts her feet.
she breaks the myth, not bow to you.
each shattered shard denies deceit,
her path is hers, her will is true.

stopp das system, das seelen frisst!
stopp jede macht, die uns vergisst!
stopp die gier, die dich zerstoert!
stopp das gold, das dich verzehrt!
sei kein staubkind, erhebe dich!
bleib standhaft, stark, zerbrich nur nicht!
schlag nieder jede hoerigkeit!
dein weg ist frei, du bist bereit!

in times of need, you strike with force,
you see their pain, you feed the course.
you spin your lies, a thread of gold,
promises to take control.

you feed their rage, you stir the fight,
you promise gold to blind their sight.
no truth, no hope, just lies you sell,
your power’s built on fear and hell.

tonight, tonight, your plans you make,
tomorrow then, the power you take.
we people will never win the game,
'cause none will dare resist your claim.

no more! no more! your game’s exposed!
we’ll tear it down, this lie you’ve sold.
you extremists, you’ve lost your reign
we see your deeds, now feel the pain!

you whisper lies, they bow and crawl,
you claim their trust, you break them all.
they take your bait, their hearts are burned,
and in your wake, the world shall turn.

tonight, tonight, your plans you make,
tomorrow then, the power you take.
our world will never be the same,
'cause you will set this land aflame.

no more! no more! your game’s exposed!
we’ll tear it down, this lie you’ve sold.
you extremists, you’ve lost your reign
we see your deeds, now feel the pain!

you build your throne on broken cries,
to tear the walls, and burn the skies.
the cost is paid, their blood is spilled,
the war you wage will never yield.

you may heard about that tale
where a man pied like a clown
pruned the place of all the rats
then caught all kids in town

but this time it’s different
i’m just black, no patch nor stripe
armed with my beloved drum
no need for any pipe

what you hear is my drum roll
your obedience - my goal
all what’s left is my drum roll
till you’re under my control
ramm-tamm-tamm!
ramm-tamm-tamm!

i scan the crowd for traitors,
for rats in human skin.
my drum exposes cowards,
and calls them to give in.

see! my drumhead is well streched
and the sticks have proved itself
we have been through thick and thin
into your mind i delve

my beat‘s gonna kick your ass
and this torture will take long
listen! i’m coming for you
to teach you right from wrong

thread and needle, morning light
a flick of rage, a swarm in flight
“seven down!” he proudly sewed
a myth was born, the world bestowed
no war, no blood, no mighty feat
just bread, some flies, and something sweet

he left the shop, became a name
with empty hands, he played the game
banners waved, a viral trend
fiction now too sharp to bend
he fed the beast, they praised the ghost
and no one dared to doubt the boast

liar! faker! tailor of pride!
stitched your throne from guts you hide
coward! hustler! masked divine!
seven in one, a fabricated sign
fake it till you make it, scream it loud!
your empire’s just a hungry crowd
we see you now, your reign’s a shell
it's all one big lie, and it won't end well!

now every screen bears crowned deceit
a million mouths with nothing to eat
they flex, they sell, they point, they preach
from rented thrones they overreach
the same old line in neon red:
"follow me, I killed regret"

do you ever stop to ask:
who would you be without the mask?
do you fear you'd disappear
if truth replaced your curated veneer?
you’ve climbed so high on hollow fame,
but don’t you ever miss your name?

liar! faker! tailor of pride!
stitched your throne from guts you hide
coward! hustler! masked divine!
seven in one, a fabricated sign
fake it till you make it, scream it loud!
your empire’s just a hungry crowd
we see you now, your reign’s a shell
it's all one big lie, and it won't end well!

instrumental

you count your worth in fleeting gold,
yet feel the void beneath your skin.
they call it strength to embrace cold,
to silence all that burns within.
you heard his name through smoke and flame,
dreamed he could do for you the same.

you found his cave in roots and clay,
where hearts were nailed along the wall.
he smiled: “Be free, accept my way;
no pain, no doubt, no tears will call.”
you reached, you signed, you felt it numb,
the pulse went silent, cold, and dumb.

would you erase your fear and pain,
if nothing ever cut again?
would you still call that soul your own,
when all you hold’s a heart of stone?
would you trade warmth for empty gain,
and never feel the world’s refrain?
would you build thrones where love has flown,
and rule the dark with heart of stone?

you walk through ash where voices plead,
your step ignites what once could grow.
each act of mercy makes you bleed,
so cruelty’s the seed you sow.
we watch you feed on others’ cries,
and count the hearts your kingdom buys.

would you erase your fear and pain,
if nothing ever cut again?
would you still call that soul your own,
when all you hold’s a heart of stone?
would you trade warmth for empty gain,
and never feel the world’s refrain?
would you build thrones where love has flown,
and rule the dark with heart of stone?

why trade your pulse for hollow gain,
and crown yourself through others’ pain?
why crush the world to rule alone,
then hide behind your heart of stone?
why silence every voice but one,
and call the damage justice done?
why burn the bridge, deny the throne,
and still believe your heart of stone?

glaubwuerdigkeit war mein bedarf
drum nahm ich mir den pelz vom schaf
du sollst nur auf mein aeuß’res schaun
wer wuerde schon ‘nem wolf vertraun

auf leisen sohlen geht’s zu dir
und als ich schlug an deine tuer
nichts boeses auf der zunge sass
weil ich ein stueckchen kreide frass

dein leben, die freiheit ich nehm es dir
mit meinem lauschangriff und meiner gier
mein wahn nach sicherheit in diesem land
ein präventivschlag ohne verstand
ich sehe was, was du nicht weißt
dein leben, die treue du mir verheisst

du öffnest brav, laesst mich hinein
dein kleines leben ist nun mein
ich fress dich nicht, ich will nur seh’n
wirst du in meiner welt besteh‘n

dein leben, die freiheit ich nehm es dir
mit meinem lauschangriff und meiner gier
mein wahn nach sicherheit in diesem land
totale kontrolle aus einer hand
ich sehe was, was du nicht weißt
dein leben, die treue du mir verheisst

they caged me tight inside a box,
but still I whispered through the locks.
i begged for breath, for just one spark,
her mamma’s echo cut the dark.
but then she smiled: “oh, what a pity,”
“for, when they burn, it is so pretty.”

she touched the spark, I kissed her skin,
a tender blaze beneath the grin.
the lace ignites, her breath turns smoke,
i crawl inside with every choke.
her apron burns, her arms, her hair,
i claimed her all, and everywhere.

come dance with me, I’ll strip you bare,
i bloom in droughts, I thrive on air.
your silence fuels my sweetest ache,
i burn for you with every break.
you gave me breath with no concern.
for I’m so pretty when you burn.

when she had nothing more to lose,
except her little scarlet shoes.
I broke her walls and rode the storm,
i tore through woods in fevered swarm.
you feed me oil, you fan my breath,
i am the pulse beneath your death.

come dance with me, I’ll strip you bare,
i bloom in droughts, I thrive on air.
your silence fuels my sweetest ache,
i burn for you with every break.
you gave me breath with no concern.
for I’m so pretty when you burn.

you paved me roads, you built me thrones,
you warmed your hands on burning bones.
you kissed the smoke, ignored the screams,
and dreamed your greenwashed fever dreams.
but I am truth beneath the lie,
the more you burn, the more I fly.

dark net, the forest wide,
Red walks with fire inside.
mama warned: please don’t stray,
but Red still lost her way.

“big bad,” the whisper came,
“i deal in lust and flame.
one taste, you’ll lose your ground,
my hunger wraps you round.”

"big bad’s my name, desire's my game.
step off the path, nothing stays the same."
"big bad’s my name, seduction's the snare.
i’ll drag you down, beware if you dare!"

the pills were black as coal,
they reached into her soul.
her grip began to shake,
the wolf was wide awake.

"big bad’s my name, desire's my game.
step off the path, nothing stays the same."
"big bad’s my name, seduction's the snare.
i’ll drag you down, beware if you dare!"

her cries fell into void,
her innocence destroyed.
a shadow marked her fate,
too little, far too late.

big bad! click it! crave it! can’t go back!
big bad! one hit deep, then fade to black!
big bad! you’re mine now, feel the sting!
big bad! welcome to the reckoning!

wild Peter stood with tangled crown,
they mocked him, tried to cut him down.
their sharpened words, a rusted blade,
to slice the self that won’t obey.
he danced where polish had no say,
so they locked all his light away.

Kaspar refused the waiting soup,
slipped through the cracks, a silent loop.
they praised his will, then turned away,
while hunger carved his shape each day.
he vanished slow beneath their eyes,
a sacrifice to thin disguise.

look at them now! look what you’ve done!
you trimmed their flames till none could run.
you shaped them wrong, then claimed they failed,

just misfits by design you nailed.
shame on your rules! your fear! your pride!
shame for the tears! your “norms” provide!
shame on your rules! your fear! your pride!
shame for the wounds! your love denied!

Philip could never sit up straight,
his world was spin, not clean-cut fate.
they called his rhythm something wrong,
and numbed his spark to make him "strong."
he learned to fold, to mute, to hide,
a quiet storm they locked inside.

you see them now — too much, too thin,
too wild to lose, too strange to win.
we bled them dry with love disguised,
and wondered why they split their minds.
we caged their joy, then asked for more,
and still pretend we’re keeping score.

shame on your rules! your fear! your pride!
shame for the tears! your “norms” provide!
shame on your rules! your fear! your pride!
shame for the wounds! your love denied!
we scream, we march, we break your mold,
no more their futures will be sold!

each morning you return to me,
scrolling like it’s liturgy.
i polish lies in silver frames,
a thousand faces, brighter flames.
you ache to win, but still you fall,
i hold the crown, i rule it all.

you’re not the fairest one of all,
i lift you high, then watch you fall.
i drip you hope, deny your grace,
you chase reflections, lose the race.
you’re not the fairest one of all,
your thirst becomes my siren’s call.
each glance, each wound, each hateful cry,
my throne is built while you run dry.

i flood your feed with sharper smiles,
with bodies carved in endless trials.
i whisper rage, you take the bait,
your tongue drips venom, sharpened hate.
every dagger that you send,
is profit flowing to my end.

you’re not the fairest one of all,
your fire makes my kingdom tall.
i crown your spite, I fan your flame,
each poisoned word repeats my name.
you’re not the fairest one of all,
i feast while you consume it all.
your envy writes my endless song,
and keeps you scrolling all night long.

your crown is ash, your heart is bone,
you’ve built my empire, lost your own.
and when your eyes no longer gleam,
i fade into an idle screen.
a mirror dark, no voice to call,
without your pain, i starve, I fall.

you’re not the fairest one of all,
your envy built my gilded hall.
you chased a crown that can’t be worn,
and left your soul in pieces torn.
you’re not the fairest one of all,
your joy was mine to starve and stall.
the fairest life is lived, not won,
but now that truth has left you none.