Aggressive Punk Rock with shouty German-language male vocals, screaming lead guitar, driving rhythm guitar and crashing drums. Perfect for rebellion, angst, social commentary. 180 bpm (Amaj)
Arranged, produced, recorded and mixed by Moritz Bintig at Voss Sound Studio, Hannover, Germany.
Performed by Moritz Bintig (guitars and bass), Leon Kaack (guitars) and Alexander Müller (drums).
Mastered by Daniel Goodridge.
Artwork by Chris Bianchi c/o Debut Art.
Hass, wo? Hier im Netz
Kopfschuss geht viral
Wer schreit, ist im Recht
Wo bleibt die Moral
Macht ist Reichweite
Angst wird programmiert
Klick zaehlt mehr als Sinn
Wer denkt, degradiert
Das ist alles viel zu viel
Mein Hirn passt nicht ins Profil
Will nichts hoeren
Doch dir hoer' ich noch zu
Will nichts sehen
Aber dich schau' ich gern an
Will nichts sagen
Doch dir erklaer' ich mich
Denn du bist
Mein Therapist
Es stuermt ein Orkan
Freiheit ist bedroht
Zu schnell verurteilt
Was bleibt unser Tod
Schwarz, weiss, nur kein Grau
Diskurs eingeschraenkt
Menschheit sensibel
Wir sind so gekraenkt
Du zerstoerst die Idee
Von unserer guten Demokratie
Will nichts hoeren
Doch dir hoer' ich noch zu
Will nichts sehen
Aber dich schau' ich gern an
Will nichts sagen
Doch dir erklaer' ich mich
Denn du bist
Mein Therapist
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Du bist mein Therapist
Aha
Will nichts hoeren
Doch dir hoer' ich noch zu
Will nichts sehen
Aber dich schau' ich gern an
Will nichts sagen
Doch dir erklaer' ich mich
Denn du bist
Mein Therapist
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
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Hate, where?
Right here on the internet
Headshot goes viral
Whoever screams is right
Where are the morals?
Power is reach
Fear is programmed
Clicks matter more than meaning
Those who think are degraded
This is all way too much
My brain doesn't fit the profile
I don't want to hear anything
But I'm still listening to you
I don't want to see anything
But I like looking at you
I don't want to say anything
But I'll explain myself to you
Because you are
My therapist
A hurricane is raging
Freedom is under threat
Judged too quickly
All that remains is our death
Black, white - but no gray
Discourse restricted
Humanity is sensitive
We are so offended
You're destroying the idea
Of our fine democracy
Don't want to hear anything
But I'm still listening to you
I don't want to see anything
But I like looking at you
I don't want to say anything
But I'll explain myself to you
Because you are
My therapist
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
You're my therapist
Aha
I don't want to hear anything
But I'm still listening to you
I don't want to see anything
But I like looking at you
I don't want to say anything
Yet I'll explain myself to you
Because you are
My therapist
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh