What you sight you have seen

Where you go already been

Then again you go through

Occasion Avenue

Sister, the day you sell you skin

(The gold of night is the gold of the blind)

Sister, that day you soul gives in

(You'll never find what you left behind)

Oh, oh, no matter what they do

Oh, oh, you got to go straight through

Occasion Avenue

Brother, dare not look left or right

(Coaxing your eyes, poisoning your mind)

Brother, don’t stop or you must fight

(No indulgence or its death you find)

Oh, oh, you may not leave with doubt

Oh, oh, you may not take it to

Occasion Avenue

Follow your heart — follow your truth

Follow the path that shines for you

On Occasion Avenue

How far you go — how good you do

Uncovers the prize or rebears you

To Occasion Avenue

Domini, domini — Occasion Avenue — domini sancti

Satani, satani — Occasion Avenue — satani mundi

Will there be tomorrow — will there be the stars

Will there be a future — time beats in our hearts

Or will there be the fire — branding us his mark

I pray for all us people

Trying to solve the riddle

I don’t know where we’re going

I don’t know if we’re being true

On Occasion Avenue

Solo: Sascha

Precious is your taking

For a little bit of faking

For a tiny slight deception

For some insincere affection

(TV: …sentenced to 16 years for marriage imposture and order of

Murder to his current wife

Whose life assurance’s worth one million pounds.)

Much will be your power

By the essence of a flower

By seducement and cold rapture

By abusing mother nature

(TV: …murdered close to old Berlin’s Checkpoint Charlie

Police assumes just one more execution by completing drug-cartels)

Great will be your status

When you know how to lick anus

When you lie and swindle ruthless

And your biggest hero’s Judas

He leaves no dependant so stay tuned for the latest news of

«Where do all the millions go»)

Will there be tomorrow — will there be the stars

Will there be a future — time beats in our hearts

Will there still be laughter — will there be relief

Will there be religion — will there be belief

Will you see your people — from your former lives

Will you know them this time — will you win the prize

Will there be an ending — will there be a start

Or will there be the fire — branding you his mark

I pray for all us people

Trying to solve the riddle

I don’t know where we’re going

I don’t know if we’re being true

On Occasion Avenue

Mother, I dreamt of my last life

(You'll never find what you left behind)

Mother, I killed toy with my knife

Oh, oh, we got to make it through

Occasion Avenue

Follow your heart — follow your truth

Follow the path that shines for you

On Occasion Avenue

How far you go — how good you do

Uncovers the prize or rebears you

To Occasion Avenue

Domini, domini — Occasion Avenue — domini sancti

Satani, satani — Occasion Avenue — satani mundi

Occasion Avenue