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Hinterland

by Sailing On

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1.
Intro 01:18
2.
Aokigahara 02:30
Aokigahara How thin is the line between life and death When there are worlds between the living and the dead Where’s the point in breathing? I exhale death with every breath… It’s a pointless situation That lead me to this final wish The life I once loved lies in the past. Age has caught me with its claws. It feels like time ran out before my lungs gave up My head is tired, long passed the signs of hope Future saved no seat for me. Just let me go. Once we thought we had too much time This is not our end, but it is mine. You know I would never give up easily. The future we once had now is a memory The world we live in is no place for me Traces of my life dissolve in the cold spring air One last thoughts on my mind before peace will know my name: We always wanted to be free
3.
We were all born equal Equally arrived in this world. Destination was unknown, But only in the eyes of a child. Weaned from our nature to learn a set of rules. Sit down, shut up and listen. Do what you’re told. We teach our youngest that we are all born equal But we are separated by a thousand invisible lines their numbers grow. Who wrote the rules to follow? Who marked the borders on the ground? Are we defined by our gender, nation, class our colour? Our lack of education or the money in our wallet? This man-made splendid isolation brought us an unspoken segregation. Take a pill when you feel sick! Call the cops when you’re scared! And the Leviathan is smiling but he has got no spine. Overloaded by information this generation is still left in the dark.
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Witch 01:58
Human beings manage to fail what nature does so naturally without effort and mostly without fail.* We don’t know who were are we’re always looking for scapegoats and in them hellish flames we burnt the witch Depending on things we created rely on machines to communicate but they keep us disconnected helpless creatures.
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Ishmael 02:42
The sky shouted and cried today Feels like it was warning me We’re wasting our life away By steering this crashing machine. There’s something outside of us that needs to be realized if we want to save this culture from turning into a chaotic haze There’s no commitment in manipulated speech. Don’t believe the master’s forked tongue. Think for yourself. The sky shouted and cried today feels like it was warning me we’re wasting our life away by riding in a crashing machine. Man was not created to rule nature We’re just little pieces in one bigger picture Self awareness needs direct action, Self-imposed reason and self-imposed judgment Fill the gaps with mutual compassion We don’t need to be subdued Let’s speak up for those who have been muted Can’t we give… Can’t we do... just a little more hands-down and less nonsense?
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Incisivus 02:13
Bloodthirsty rotten fangs Tiptoe around cadavers’ heads The monsters are awake Up to split-up the innocent. Tired eyes are glued to flickering lights. Jaded minds trapped in the past. Are you the victim or are you the one Who sits comfortably at home When another bomb Goes off. When will it be enough? Muted mouths - by food unfit to eat. Numb hands that always forget. “A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. Numbers will always outbid spoken words Hearts sigh so heavy, kings cave in under their crown. The impostum is about to burst. Attracted by light like blindfolded flies How much does it take to see? The monsters are we.
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Amoeba 02:12
The worst mistake I could have made was to find comfort in the pain… Lay on the bottom of the ocean Far offshore. Like waves on troubled waters Crashed down the tragedies Rocks and storm made me numb. Nothing could ever reach me I think I’ve lost myself. Expectations were set too high. The stake was set too high. Facing too many problems. Overpowered by too many burdens. It’s a hard task to grow When shoulder crippling weight keeps you small. My blessing and my curse have always been the same. Always the same. My Genotype is just a ticking time bomb It runs in my families blood (Words like) knifes from my parents’ tongue. I’m sick of taking the blame For things that I can’t change I need to lift the weight To emerge. Unrestrained.

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