| Shove
It´s been a long day
Bitching my way
Through endless lines of commodities
Here just for my conveniency
It´s a lie
I won´t buy
Leave it behind and get on with life
The optimists finish fast
The optimists don´t last
Most common guideline
After storm there´s sun
What a bunch of crap
You´ll have to take that back
All you need is a little shove
To fall flat on your arse
This world is cruel
It has no place for you
All you need is a shove
Self-modification
Self-mutilation
The fraction between my skin and the knife
And I need it all to feel myself alive
Because I am dead to the world
Because I am dead to myself
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead to the world
Self-modification
Starting from my arms
There´s no life left in me
Just these decaying parts
Because I am dead to the world
Because I am dead to myself
Dead, dead, dead, dead…
Son Of Sam
Face made out of stone
Date of birth unknown
Fists bounce off his cheekbone
They don´t know who I am
I am not a man
I am son of Sam
Got no memories to share
Not that anyone would care
No one told that life would be fair
Radioactive genious
Growing shitloads of ganja
Genetically mutated philantrophist
Smoking shitloads of ganja
Destroyers
Turn your head and look away you don´t have to become like them
They have evolved into something completely different
Destroyers in the production line
Killing the spirit inside
Wasting in the production line
Target-set and missionized
No time for human intellect, no room for a soul
No use for intelligence, it´s the destroyers of the old
Eight hours a day feeling fine
Eight hours to play in the production line
Destroyers in the production line
Killing the spirit inside
Wasting in the production line
Target-set and missionized
New way, new standards
Globalisation-union of decay
Modern method of locking us into a cage
Well, it´s a rotten way of fortress barricades
Idolising USA, it´s America day
Americanism all the way
Europe inside of a cage
Destroyers in the production line
Killing the spirit inside
Destroying future hopes like a production line
Makebelieve-disease
What a pretty smile you have,
behind that paperbag
Sorry to hear about your disease
´cause it doesn´t concern me
But i bet your not half as sick as me
Fucked up and ready to go
Swollen fingers pressing bleeding nose
Try to eat my lunch but I throw it up
This whole week sucks
Waking up, it´s still dark
And the posthole spits mail on the rug
Another ”fuck you”-note my neighbor wrote
But I´m too tired to give a fuck
These lonely walls
Ignore my lonely calls
Fucked up and ready to go…
All that arises
Respect, love-affection
Build yourself a contradiction
And hold it high above you
This contrast will not get you through
All that arises
Deserves to be destroyed
All that falters down
Will raise the ashes into your mouth
Hatred has replaced our will to change
It keeps us going from day to day
Survival in our way
All that arises
Deserves to be destroyed
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