Folklore Songtext
von Unrest

I′ve seen your mouth moving
Heard others hear say
Those words are a piece
Of a part that you play
It sounds like your father
A teacher, the church
Didn't spring from the heart
But return

The only way I learn
Is put the fist in and get burned

Go get burned

Old wives, mystic hear say

Wise man, rich man, shaman and sage
When you eat on the earth
When you die you will pay
For accepting the loss
In the deepest of grave
A nation divided
And mustn′t be weak


Sensitivity is a bias
Of which we shan't speak
And women are a plaything
That are just made for men
To see how the prostitute
Respects, treats him

And I'm gonna grow up
Like daddy wanted me to be
To impress all those
Who so impress me
Young boys melt into men
We′ll start the process again

Such a mystique
Where the writing gets weak
Break up coherence
With a cut cut cut up technique

When you′ve got nothing to say
Shut up or show
That you're willing to play
With words that simply
Are out of touch
With the genuine feeling
Which leads to their birth


Some words are better
Not written or heard
When you open your mouth
Out drops the third
The only way I learn
Is put the fist in and get burned