This is the no-man's country, noone's living here, as it seems -
Happyness is dominant over here, anonymously and you can get everything,
including the feeling of having missed out on everything.
This is the no-man's country, noone's living here, as it seems -
Happyness is dominant over here, anonymously and you can get everything,
including the feeling of having missed out on everything.
Welcome to the country, in which milk and honey are flowing,
but the milk rots goes bad fastly and the honey's glued firmly
And the moonlight's supplied with nuclear power,
you can see hummingbirds sniff cocain to fly high,
while you're finally being totally curropted by the illusion. All your anxiety states get -
mortgaged by force - You fear collapsing without them.
If you don't miss anything, it looks like you had everything,
If everybody just thinks of nothing but themselves, everybody's being thought of.
I'm staying awake, Youtube videos, pulling an all nighter, all the memories burst
with every bite you take you get hungrier, unsure of who you are, 'cause around you, there are only prodigies.
unfiltered, everyday life is about to poison you,
our existences are pure mechanisms of entertainment,
'Cause nobody identifies me, love's been burned here,
but anything else you can get here, at the no-man's-country, so thank you very much.
This is the no-man's country, noone's living here, as it seems -
Happyness is dominant over here, anonymously and you can get everything,
including the feeling of having missed out on everything.
This is the no-man's country, noone's living here, as it seems -
Happyness is dominant over here, anonymously and you can get everything,
including the feeling of having missed out on everything.
My legs just fell asleep for my boredom,
as I'm writing question marks on Facebook and share them with others,
apropos, pills (share = same word as pills in german), today I'm even sadder than usually, that's fine, 'cause it makes me see
what pills I've been using.
'Cause as always, I can't remember anything anymore,
I don't give a shit - Why? My stomach's empty!
Who'd be good enough to catch your interrest,
We're much too knowledgeable to need anybody - Yeah
over here there's a great atmosphere, some guys wearing party hats,
talking about winners, getting drunk and smile-
They're chitchatting and giggle dumbly, party uniforms,
hitler youths grown old
Wow, I feel like everything's shitty, I'm too, smoke weed, try to fly but
dive deep, my high's over,
fantasy gone blank, Club 27, say "goodbye no-man's-land"!
This is the no-man's country, noone's living here, as it seems -
Happyness is dominant over here, anonymously and you can get everything,
including the feeling of having missed out on everything.
This is the no-man's country, noone's living here, as it seems -
Happyness is dominant over here, anonymously and you can get everything,
including the feeling of having missed out on everything.