DEMONS
Debut Album released March 15, 2024. Published by ALIEN DUST & NEONSTARS PUBLISHING
All Song Lyrics by Nik Leuthold
01 Your Pain Up My Veins
Sitting down here
Slumping down, empty hole
Pins and needles up my neck
I’m crawling again
Wanna gain height now, stepping on you
Need to inflate
Feeding me hate
Fire… fire up my ego
Get it all… yeah!
I got you down, begging
Grasping and raging
I’m shooting your pain up my veins
Tic tac, time trap
Let’s do another lap
You are here and I am too
And I will tell you what to do
I got you so low
Grasping and raging
I’m shooting your pain up my veins
Need to inflate
Feeding me hate
Fire… fire up my ego
Get it all
Grasping and raging
I’m shooting your pain up my brain
02 Drowning In The Void
Time has shattered along the way
Somewhen somehow, that’s hard to say
Its pieces orbit in the grey
Of numb and monosonic days… monosonic days
Time has shattered along the way
Leaving monosonic days… monosonic days
I’m drowning in the void
A tumbling asteroid
I’m walking in circles in the unreal
I know somehow there should be pain
But I’m just wondering what happened
And if I’ll ever get the game… cruel fucking game
Time has shattered along the way
Leaving monosonic days… monosonic days
I’m drowning in the void
A tumbling asteroid
Your face is bleaching out
Like an ancient polaroid
03 How Do You Dare
Tortured down, down her head
Loving on and now she’s dead
And you suggest she’s the one to blame
For some strange rules of honor and shame
How do you dare
You’re a nightmare
Used as a ware hundreds of years
Now still held down, killed and jeered
And you suggest they’re the ones to blame
As they are crooked, stupid and lame
How do you dare
You’re a nightmare
Ay ay, ay ay… now… now
How do you dare
You’re a nightmare
You’re a loser
A poor abuser
You know, the evil, that frightens you
Seems close and frightening because it’s… you!
04 A Promise In The Air
Floating down, floating down away
This night is a sweet and sour lie
It’s getting late now, it’s getting late
It’s getting late and the tide is high
lifting me, shaking me, no base line
Ha lie a lai a lai
Ha lie a lai a lai
Ah lie a lai
Drowning… come on walk me home
I bring a sigh you bring a song
Shivering in the dawn
Kissing certainties goodbye
Let’s melt away
There are a thousand ways of mourning
We’re leaving
We’re bleeding
My, my oh my
Ha lie a lai…
There was a promise in the air
Singing and dancing
And now the song that’s left is just a tale of hopeless dreaming…
Screaming… leaving all behind
Why… why now?
Irony… irony… irony, agony, agony in mind
Wanna leave
Wanna love
Wanna leave
Wanna love
Love me, leave
Don’t be shy
Don’t be shy, just smile and lie
Come on baby please lie
Coz I… coz I
Refuse to cry
There was a promise in the air
Singing and dancing
And now the song that’s left is just a tale of hopeless dreaming…
Screaming… leaving all behind
Ha lie a lai…
Kiss me goodbye
Kiss me goodbye and then we let it die
We let it die
Oh lie… lie… please lie
There was a promise in the air
Singing and dancing
And now the song that’s left is just a tale of hopeless dreaming…
Screaming… leaving all behind
There was a promise in the air
There is a menace in the air
There was a promise in the air
A menace in the air
There was a promise in the air
05 Where Does Your Mind Go
Ain’t that nice, spring is near
Flowers bloom and the birds are here
First warm days, the sun is out
But no one moves coz there’s a doubt
Where does your mind go on its own?
Where does your mind go when you’re alone?
There’s a strange thing in the air
A black invisible cloud, a vague despair
Tomorrow is on hold and starts to wilt
While present tries to get out of a deep and sticky silt
Where does your mind go on its own?
Where does your mind go when you’re alone?
Don’t you break down
Don’t you break down
Where does your mind go on its own?
Where does your mind go when you’re alone?
So, you thought that you know how things are gonna be
At least the bigger lines of your reality
And now your standing here stunned and all perplexed
Coz no one’s here to tell you what will happen next
Where does your mind go on its own?
Where does your mind go when you’re alone?
06 Kater
Ich habe gestern auf’m Weg zur Arbeit den alten Kater aus meiner letzten Wohnung getroffen. Er sieht immer noch scheisse aus und hatte alle vier Pfoten von sich gestreckt
Vielleicht etwas weniger räudig, dafür sonst etwas fertiger. Er meinte, er säuft jetzt weniger, dafür nimmt er mehr Drogen.
Seine sieben Leben hatte er schon aufgebraucht, aber er konnte sie auf neun aufstocken, indem er dem Teufel seine Seele verkauft hat. Aber jetzt hat er das Problem, dass der Teufel die Seele nicht mehr haben will, weil sie zu dreckig sei.
Wenn er sie nicht in vernünftiger Zeit jemand anderem verschachern kann, war’s das dann. Er hat es bei mehreren Sekten versucht, aber dort hat man ihn ausgelacht. Seelen seien sowas von Vorgestern, heute rechnet man in harten Währungen.
Und noch einmal von vorne
Mit Anlauf in die Wand
Am leichtesten und schnellsten
Baut sich’s nun mal auf Sand
Die alte Kratzbürste von gegenüber hat mir vor kurzem auch wieder ein Ohr abgekaut
Sie hat jetzt die echte Wahrheit erkannt, also die totale oder so. Ich dachte, die hatte sie schon immer, sie wollte sie mir jedenfalls oft genug verkaufen, meistens mit Patchouli-Plätzchen oder so was.
Aber ne, sagt sie, ich versteh das nicht… diesmal wirklich, ey, das isses!
Früher war die Wahrheit irgendwie indisch und kosmisch und die Olle farbig wie’n Christbaum. Jetzt läuft sie plötzlich nur noch in grau, schwarz und weiss rum und labert irgendwas von Jesus. Sie habe nur geschlafen, meint sie, aber jetzt sei sie endlich wach… hach!… schon wieder…
Jedenfalls kann sie bei ihrer neuen Sekte immer noch ihr ganzes Geld abgeben und gratis arbeiten. Aber ausserdem ist jetzt nicht nur denken verboten, sondern auch noch vögeln und feiern und überhaupt alles, was Spass macht… Und irgendwie findet sie das anscheinend geiler.
Und noch einmal von vorne
Mit Anlauf in die Wand
Am leichtesten und schnellsten
Baut sich’s nun mal auf Sand
07 Storm
There’s a chill in the air, like a wind from the past
It comes muddling up the certainties and tearing down securities
There’s a rumbling and screaming, there’s a threatening sound
You’re still dancing my friend, but there’s a crack in the ground
Where are you gonna be?
Will you stand, will you hush, will you flee?
I hear the rabble-rousers nag I hear the perpetrators brag
See the lemmings and the goblins follow the stone-cold hearts again
Where are you gonna be?
Will you stand, will you hush, will you flee?
Oh, I smell some heavy rain…
Just pray this storm won’t come!
Tell me
Where are you gonna be?
Will you stand, will you hush, will you flee?
What are you gonna do?
Will you still have the guts to be you?
08 Head In A Hole
Time’s out, the Joker has gone
And the only sound is the wind
The moon in the sky sings an old lullaby
Of sorrow, despair and loss
She buried her dreams by the old ferris wheel
Beside her body she no longer feels
Everyday she’s got nails in her head
All around she sees the dancing dead
The walls are moving and the death knell calls
And she knows she’ll never get rid of that all
Coz she’s…
Tied up by fear and by subjection
No one else but her pain to embrace
Her whole mind bound by mine detection
Decomposed and blown up in space
She’s got…
No way out
The bawl’s way too loud
She’s got this one chance of steel in her hand
She pulls the trigger and sends him down to the damned
Head in a hole
Head in a hole
Time’s out, the Joker has gone
He won’t hurt no one anymore
Everyday she’s got nails in her head
All around she sees the dancing dead
The walls are moving and the death knell calls
And she knows she’ll never get rid of that all
Coz she’s…
Tied up by fear and by subjection
No one else but her pain to embrace
Her whole mind bound by mine detection
Decomposed and blown up in space
She’s got…
No way out
The bawl’s way too loud
She’s got this one chance of steel in her hand
She pulls the trigger and sends him down to the damned
Head in a hole
Head in a hole
Break up control
Out of the hole
09 What A Lie
You usually hold your chin up high
You give your orders on the fly
Your words are sharp your humor’s wry
Your empathy a quirky lie
What a lie!
Some people stand and others kneel
That’s not your problem overall
You need someone under your heel
Where wood is chopped, splinters must fall
It’s understood that you deserve
What you have and what you are
It’s god’s decision where he milks
And where he fills the jar
You know the truth is there to bend
So it pays off in the end
You only put a little dye
Ain’t truth itself a lie?
What a lie!
Some people stand and others kneel
That’s not your problem overall
You need someone under your heel
Where wood is chopped, splinters must fall
It’s understood that you deserve
What you have and what you are
It’s god’s decision who he milks
And where he fills the jar
Some people stand and others kneel
You need someone under your heel
You only put a little dye
Ain’t truth itself a lie?
What a lie!
10 Flying With The Crows
I know you get no sleep ’till the morning light
When I go chasing phantoms in the night
Riding out with all my fears and lies
How can you tell which day’s a good day to die?
Hold me tight, then let me go
I won’t leave, I just sloe
Along the shores of the abyss
A stroll with those I sorely miss
I won’t fly too low
Soaring with the crows
Looking for a glow
In the reapers mow
I’m floating on the moon
The silverlight monsoon
I’m diving in the moon
Floating on the moon
I hear the monster’s gentle voice
The charming offer of its toys
A warm scent of letting loose
But baby trust me, I’ll refuse
Hold me tight, then let me go
I won’t leave, I just sloe
Along the shores of the abyss
A stroll with those I’ll always miss
I won’t fly too low
Soaring with the crows
Looking for a glow
In the reapers mow
I’m floating on the moon
The silverlight monsoon
I’m diving in the moon
Floating on the moon
11 2048
You know, I can live with the desert somehow, although I’ll never get really used to it… at least not to having it in my backyard… What is harder to live with are the pictures in my head, that just won’t go away… the pictures of the years of the conflicts and the big rush… and the notion that I am responsible for them as well, as we all are, just because of being privileged… the pictures of the masses of people shot at the borders, the people drowning in the sea and the kids starving right at the base of the fences… facing the muzzles of the soldiers rifles instead of helping hands…
Many say the situation just got out of control and was simply not manageable anymore… Yes, it did get out of control, but it was still us who caused it all… We caused the reason for them to leave their homes… and it is exactly the same reason why we couldn’t welcome them and why now we can barely feed the amount of people that are left… ha!… farming in the wasteland… still incredible that it looks here like Spain looked when I was young…
I mean… I always loved Spain, you know. I loved its desert-like landscape, the pale red and beige soils with the sparse dark green vegetation… It gave me kind of a wild west feeling, this magic of endless spaces where time doesn’t matter… But to have this landscape at home is still weird to me…
Yeah… I miss the snow and the glaciers… the summers at the lakes and rivers with perfect temperature to swim and hang around… I miss the strong colors of the alps, the intense green, blue and white… the birds and the insects and much more… And I will always hate the fact that I can barely step out of the house on a summer afternoon… You know that’s actually why I didn’t move to Spain back in the days… ha… and now Spain came to me… funny, eh?
in the last decades before the catastrophe the youth and many more told us to act, told us to save us all… and we even had the knowledge and the power to do it… but as so many times in history stupidity won… why ever… I’ll never get it… and now we are sitting here in a newborn desert with a sea of blood on our hands…
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