We are lions. We are hiding in the shadows of your life. We are lions. We are biding around you cattle until we strike. When the moment comes that we arrive, you better kiss your children and your wife — because it’s time.
We are lions. We are rising from the ashes of your youth. We’ve stayed silent as the violence shook the meaning of the truth. But we’ve had it up to here with all this pessimistic anti-cheer. It’s time to dine on the cowards who lost sight of all the reasons why we fight.
There’s always a lover, there’s always another. There’s always a baby who loses a mother. There’s always a promise that drowns in a whisper. There’s always a prayer that you sing for your sister. No one’s ever going to clean up this debris if the world keeps spinning around like a tire on a tree.
Our foolish pride might just revive your life.
We are lions. We are dying to unveil all your dreams. We’re inviting you to come in and find the reasons you can’t scream. If you’re looking for the gems we found, you better wait until the sun goes down in you. If you let the dark inside your skin, you’re going to see how it begins.
There’s always a button. There’s always a finger. There’s always a question that lingers and lingers. There’s always a drinker who watches the dancer. There’s always a thinker who can’t find the answer. No one’s ever going to have a moment’s peace if the world keeps spinning around like a child’s melody.
Our foolish pride might just rescue your life.
We will never look back. We won’t ever come down. The days of blinding fear, they tore apart your hometown. They cut into your memories. They ripped out all the good parts. Then they drowned all the children who lived inside of your heart. But we will fight against it. We won’t let them take you. We’ll stuff their mouths with poems. We’ll give them something to chew. We’ll flood the streets with our pride. We’ll bellow from the tower. We’ll run them out of our lives with nothing but the power of our mighty hearts.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN