// liner notes

Sometimes I'm at the point where I tend to criticize myself for being not as sporty anymore, or where I even have self-esteem issues about myself, because I compare my looks with the ones of other people or with some capitalist standards. This is deeply troubling to me, because I know how stupid this is, and that those standards shouldn't influence me at all. It seems easier to cut other people some slack than myself, and this is quite dangerous. I try to remind myself that it doesn't matter how I look, and most of the times I'm perfectly fine with myself. But there are those moments of doubt, reminding me about the influence and danger of beauty standards, gender roles and superficialities.

On the other hand I find it not easy to cope with the opinions of others, even though I know that I shouldn't care. Most of the time I don't doubt myself but I get angry, because I know very much how hurtful those opinions can be and to what they can lead, like eating disorders, mental health problems and suicide thoughts / attempts. We have to be more careful about this, even if we are in an environment where 'everyone should know how this is meant'. Because this may be not the case, and our words and actions have a massive impact on others.

I'm not sure how we can get out of this exactly, because I sometimes struggle and try to fulfill some stupid 'expectations', and also project those standards on other people. In the end, I think we have to take care of this together, by acknowledging ourselves for who we are, and trying to reflect our actions and thoughts.

// lyrics

i wanna be a Cyborg. weil ich
keine Lust mehr habe, als zu groß,
zu klein, zu dünn, zu dick,
zu hässlich oder zu schön
gelabelt zu werden.
Ich habe keine Lust mehr auf
Oberflächlichkeiten und den ganzen
anderen Scheiß. Wofür ist es wichtig,
wie ich aussehe? Warum interessiert
dich das? Und warum interessiert mich
das? Wie kommen wir hier raus?
Ich will nicht einzigartig sein
müssen und doch der Norm entsprechend.
i wanna be a Cyborg.
not a boring human!

die waage lacht mich an
die zahlen brennend grell
wieder ein kilo weg
wieder ein kilo mehr

ich weiß ich bin gefangen
zwischen rollenbildern
und idealen
so will ich doch nicht sein

wie kommen wir
hier wieder raus

was du sagst hat gewicht
was du tust hat gewicht

verletzt
macht kaputt
macht krank

warum massen wir uns an
zu sagen was du tragen darf
zu denken was du essen kannst
oder was gesund sein soll

und bist das du
oder alles um dich rum?
und bin das ich
oder alles um mich rum?