Herbert Gronemeyer - Angst Lyrics
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Angst
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What Are The Lyrics For Angst By Herbert Gronemeyer?
Afraid of the past, afraid you might fall
Retreating inside yourself in cold funk at it all Afraid of any freedom, of looking a fool You skate on the surface, afraid of the depth of the pool Fear that you'll become nothing And that time's running out So afraid of getting used to things Only fear remains beyond doubt Fear that you'll become nothing And the thought makes you numb Angst makes you tiny Angst strikes you dumb Fear needs an armoury, afraid of your foes Oh, but angst won't remind you, most enemies are ghosts So scared to be beaten, too scared to compete Scared of stupidity, so smart on the streets Fear gets employed as a system, intimidation as control Fear shuts you up, eats the soul Fear of each other, too scared to connect We won't meet each other's eyes, all eyes we suspect Afraid of emotion, scared of tenderness Afraid that experience only leads to distress Fear that you'll become nothing And that time's running out So afraid of getting used to things Only fear remains beyond doubt Fear that you'll become nothing And the thought makes you numb Angst makes you tiny Angst strikes you dumb Fear of manipulation, of being left in the cold Scared you don't do right by everyone, fear eats the soul Scared to defend ourselves, scared and lonely we weep So scared of being scared, so scared we're asleep So scared of being scared, we go to sleep |
Who Wrote Angst By Herbert Gronemeyer?
Herbert Groenemeyer
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What's The Duration Of The Angst By Herbert Gronemeyer?The duration of Angst is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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