Lead Autumn - Concrete and Ideology

[Intro: A booming, industrial noise. The mechanical clatter of a drum machine. Heavy, distorted bass.]

[Verse 1]
Frankfurt’s on fire, the department store burns —
This is no trial, now the wheel turns.
Fathers are silent on the Nazi past,
But children remember, the die is cast.
Ulrike writes her final note:
"Words are useless, the blade's at the throat."
From glossy halls to the basement’s gloom,
Where BMWs idle and comrades wait for doom.

[Chorus: The voice becomes dry and detached]
Urban guerrilla. Red Star light.
Heckler & Koch. A path into the night.
Stammheim — fortress of steel and ice,
Where freedom is frozen, a fixed-price vice.
Seventy-seven. German Autumn’s breath.
On the altar of revolution, we offer our death.

[Verse 2]
Andreas floors it, the pedal to the plate,
In the rearview mirror — the flashes of fate.
Gudrun is laughing, she changes her hair,
The world through the glass is no longer there.
They wanted to shatter the system’s bones,
But the system is made of concrete and stones.
Distance compressed. Schleyer’s in the sight.
The German conveyor turns violence tonight.
[Bridge: The music fades to just bass. Radio static and interference.]
Arrest.
White walls.
The radio is dead.
The pulse is drumming inside the head.
Hunger strike — the final argument.
When the idea outlives the moment...
Freedom or death?
Or is death the only freedom?

[Verse 3]
Night in Stammheim. The end of the line.
A rope for some, for some a leaden sign.
The state won't forgive the grin of the free,
Every rebel meets their final decree.
"Landshut" is stormed on the burning sand,
History is locked in an iron band.
Echoes in concrete. The star on the wall.
In this war of shadows, we’ve lost it all.

[Finale: Cold, monotonous shouting]
Leaden autumn!
Concrete walls!
Iron doors!
Empty hopes!
[A sudden cut in sound, simulating a power outage]

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