Album: sharp principle diffuse fundamental

Songtext:
A small, cold box I looked inside – piles of papers, a script, quiet memories marking a life, a frame of silver, a picture of one who lonely died without a name, just left a frame. “Finally then, just empty hands?” the frame still asks from where it stands. I wonder what Are the marks being left by a life, What will be left by a life? a frame of silver, a picture of a girl so lonely, had no fame, hers was a name! “Finally then, just empty hands?” the frame still asks from where it stands. Again this frame has so much more to say than Our new, cropped and retouched pictures we fit in I can’t stand the shame, I look away, Zion! burn to know, if she’s at home!

Die - Titel des Albums:

1. » New world disorder- Titel 1
2. » Weapon of mass distraction - Titel 2
3. » In your eyes - Titel 3
4. » Hollywood - Titel 4
5. » Frame of silver - Titel 5