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Hörsturz, Vol. 6
Disc 1
01. Hand in Hand
02. Die, All Right!
03. Requiem
04. Mad World
05. All Inside
06. Ich sang die ganze Zeit von Dir
07. Blankest Year
08. You Don’t Have to Shout
09. I’m Not Sorry
10. Oh Honey
11. At the End of August
12. The Beloved and the Hatred
13. The Weapon They Fear
14. Change Is Nothing
15. Baby Hates Me
16. All My Friends Are Dead
17. 50 to a £
18. 22 Grand Job
19. Turncoat
20. Bro Hymn Tribute
21. Gotta Go
Disc 2
01. Cute Without the ‘E’ (Cut from the Team)
02. Apply Some Pressure
03. Helicopter
04. Circle Square Triangle
05. Commercial Breakdown
06. Through Wind and Storm
07. Right Side of the Bag
08. I Know Them
09. Deiche
10. Dann schlägt Dein Herz
11. Reconsider Me
12. Gone Up in Flames
13. My Hopeless and Me
14. Wake the Dead
15. The Agent
16. Martell
17. Love in a Trashcan
18. Take This Life
19. Accidents
20. Back to Reality
21. Forever
She cries, "It's freedom that we need"
But I have yet to see a cause to believe
(I need to feel it, please just let me feel alright)

It comes in waves of need
Ten ways to make you bleed
Before you get to die

Can we give it one more shot
Have we thrown all hope away
Does it have to be this painful
Just to make it through?

This is not a requiem
We're wasting time as victims
Why spend our lives
On bended knee
Choosing not to be free

He sighs, "I'm quickly burning out"
All that's left of me are jaded memories
(I need to feel it, please just let me feel alright)

Of what I could have been
If I had only been
Less of what they wanted

Can we give it one more shot
Have we thrown all hope away
Does it have to be this painful
Just to make it through?

This is not a requiem
We're wasting time as victims
Why spend our lives
On bended knee
Choosing not to be free

And we're still here
All together and all alone
Consumed with fear
That one day we'll discover
How empty we've become

Sickened and ashamed
We crave what they provide us
So we'll never feel alone

Can we give it one more shot
Have we thrown all hope away
Does it have to be this painful
Just to make it through?

This is not a requiem
We're wasting time as victims
Why spend our lives
On bended knee
Choosing not to be free