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Hier die Texte aus dem Contest.
Wer mitvoten und -diskutieren will, kann das hier: https://recording.de/threads/voting-sing-meinen-song-contest-2025.266294/
08 Leviathan
You're on the road, no turning back,
To self-submission, heart turns black.
You chose your end, you sealed your fate,
No freedom now—it's far too late.
The beast devours your living soul,
It tears your guts, it takes control.
It rips you raw, turns flesh to clay,
A hollow husk, you waste away.
All resistance dies in vain,
Morals sold for fleeting gain.
Survival costs your final breath—
Your freedom's just a joke in death.
You'll never know, you'll never see,
For knowledge bowed to tyranny.
You sold your mind, your voice, your name,
To fuel the ever-hungry flame.
Freedom, brotherhood, and grace—
Dumped like trash, erased without a trace.
Democracy was auctioned fast,
And billionaires took all at last.
They drain your art, they starve your soul,
They crush your will, they take it whole.
Your thoughts are locked, no longer free,
They break your mind deliberately.
Emptiness with no design,
Direction lost in crooked lines.
Deeds are done but leave no mark,
Your voice a whisper in the dark.
In one last twitch, you try to fight,
But no one helps, no guiding light.
Your cry is drowned in steel and smog—
Your death is sealed inside the Gulag.
This mirrored world, a twisted lie,
Where thoughts are bent and truths all die.
You march alone, your mind enslaved,
In war’s last breath, you are depraved.
Hier die Texte aus dem Contest.
Wer mitvoten und -diskutieren will, kann das hier: https://recording.de/threads/voting-sing-meinen-song-contest-2025.266294/
08 Leviathan
You're on the road, no turning back,
To self-submission, heart turns black.
You chose your end, you sealed your fate,
No freedom now—it's far too late.
The beast devours your living soul,
It tears your guts, it takes control.
It rips you raw, turns flesh to clay,
A hollow husk, you waste away.
All resistance dies in vain,
Morals sold for fleeting gain.
Survival costs your final breath—
Your freedom's just a joke in death.
You'll never know, you'll never see,
For knowledge bowed to tyranny.
You sold your mind, your voice, your name,
To fuel the ever-hungry flame.
Freedom, brotherhood, and grace—
Dumped like trash, erased without a trace.
Democracy was auctioned fast,
And billionaires took all at last.
They drain your art, they starve your soul,
They crush your will, they take it whole.
Your thoughts are locked, no longer free,
They break your mind deliberately.
Emptiness with no design,
Direction lost in crooked lines.
Deeds are done but leave no mark,
Your voice a whisper in the dark.
In one last twitch, you try to fight,
But no one helps, no guiding light.
Your cry is drowned in steel and smog—
Your death is sealed inside the Gulag.
This mirrored world, a twisted lie,
Where thoughts are bent and truths all die.
You march alone, your mind enslaved,
In war’s last breath, you are depraved.