Intro / Troublemaker Songtext
von Crippled Black Phoenix

In 1605 he recoiled against the State
Packed explosives underground
Companions played out their roles like some game of chess
Make diplomacy unsound
The grails man desires he destroys through the greed
In his head
The protestan King may go down
Trouble Maker was bred.

Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb
Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread
Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb
Step back and envisage the whole game.


The shipwrecked East End economic underclass knew
Of his modus operandi
His trusting and cutting weapons put scars on faces
So they′d stand out in a crowd
Whores talked too much for him
Trade in desires he wanted dead
This horse needs a cage not a stall, Trouble Maker was bred

Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb
Amongst makers and weavers of lies we tread
Trouble may rise, and trouble may eb
Step back, envisage the whole game

There's ways out. We′ve seen them
We've heard those whispers spoken of corners inside
This maze where Trouble Makers wills lay broken

Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb
Amongst makers and weavers of lies we tread
Trouble may rise, and trouble may eb
Step back, envisage the whole game