Song of the New Rage [Live Extended Version]

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Fette Helden

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Song of the New rage

So now I am free
The city has harded my body 
And I am going to play 
The violent game of poetry to finish

I write, I am free, money is by my side
Not by work, but by imagination only 
And I am able to imagine every sun i need 
Every sun I need

Do I have to tell you
I carry pens in my suitcases 
To write a thousend languages and dialects 
And for the record of the prison keepers 
The record of the prison keepers 

I say that a pen is a gun 
And a script is a declare to freedom
So guess what poetry is for 
Just to let the prison keepers know 
That stealing the heart of dreams
Will never go unpunished 
That stealing the heart of dreams 
Will never go unpunished 
Look! the dream rider is back in town 
Showing frightful paradises

In the hand the jewels of imagination 
Are glowing to the shadows of the trees
Glowing in the shadow of the streets

They dared to hijack your typewriter 
But they never expect you to carry 
Venom in your pen

Once extracted from the gardens 
Of an imaginary china 
Boiling to an incredible heat
Bubbling, effervescent liquid
The venom will move ever closer 
To slave driver's everywhere

Written in imaginary Chinese dream script 
Not an new age 
But an new rage 
Will gravitate to thee
To put an end to the lasting  
And to a broken exile  

A new age 
A new rage
To put an end to the lasting  
And to a broken exile   

So now I am free
The city has harded my body 
And I am going to play 
The violent game of poetry to finish

Poetry suspicious
Don`t forget 
This is the song of the new rage

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