lyrics

Turbotomy

cut the line – now feeling fine
without lope – there ain’t no hope

*i won’t be the casualty – Turbotomy

emotional blunting – fancy crash
robotic thinking – human smash

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transorbital – Lobotomy
Walter Freeman – needs his therapy

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bad manners

I draw your picture on rolling paper,
I light it up in your fucking face.
You need a little reason,
to snap back to reality.

*Looks like you’re not ready for me.
Bad manners and me.
it doesn’t matter to me.

I see you got a cool name and all,
still I’m taking you’re standing away.
You got all this fancy shit,
but I got what you really need.

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what you think of your fuckin self

slip it out

we bring the suffering to everthing
and the problem is you and me

i say i see the world – healing without men
it’s this false treatment by the human
this filth is full of shit
with their greed, envy and selfhood

so let’s start it

*let’s start a war, let’s start a war
mindwar, mindwar
let’s start a fuckin mindwar
you got to slip it out
let’s see what comes than – healing

at first you got to kill your obsession
secondly kill your greed
and then you got to kill your elation
and last you got to kill your seed

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no!

The thorn in the eye of the government,
the law is written with blood
the leaders give the cops enough
till they obey, so the obey
if you step out of the line they will fuckin line you up
they will try to fuck you up, till you’re 10 feet deep

To cleanse themselves for all the world to see,
From all thoughts of freedom.
From the wraith of resistance.

If you step out of the line they’ll fucking line you up
They will try to fuck you up, till you’re 10 feet deep
The stomachs are empty, but the thoughts are free.
People are oppressed until their life drains from their corpse.

Follow the path of the money,
To see the system works

No conscience, only silence.

reverENDED

don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining
don’t stretch your pants to fit in lower sizes

priest

– a man of god
– who see pedophile
– he’s the guy who rapes little boys

don’t crawl in my ass to safe my soul

bishop

– a term for skunk
– the holy herb
– better call him stiffy or better call him dick

don’t grab my nose to stick me in shit

pope

– the holiest dude
– with the coolest hat
– he would crawl over his dying mothers body to fuck his sister

This shitstick thinks he is heavens send
why does this never end
why does this never end
lets rape the reverend

do you really fuck little boys?
does the pope shit in the woods?

does jesus cries when nouns do 69?
does the pope shit in the woods?

am i baptised when you piss in my face?
does the pope shit in the woods?

Do you spend the offering for whores and coke?
does the pope shit in the woods?

from cam to cum

i am jerkin off my boner
i can do it, i’m the owner
prayin for my dreams
to get the real deal

every morning, every midday, every afternoon
could do it, hope i get it soon
my head turns crazy when i see a girl
no words when i talk to her

i am to shy
i am to short
i am a little fuckin nerd
i am to fat
i am to sick
never get, never get the real kick

*from cam to cum
just do it on my seat
from cam to cum
only i know what i need
from cam to cum
the whole thing with a lot of speed
from cam to cum
it doesn’t matter – it’s the greed

**i am too numb
i am a dump
i am an unfucked ugly grump
i go online to see her juice
without knowing how to taste the booze

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break your back

rush, rush, rush through your life
draw your guns and see yourself strife
you gonna find the capital
and reach the highest point

veiled sacrifice – you gonna fail
blinded by your fear
guided by a ghost

captured in his mind
do you remember it
how it felt to be free
can you handle it
the u-turn of your life

don’t be this fucked up moneymaker
suit and tie and lacquer shoes
take off this mask of order
a man of freedom is richer than you

would you break your back to fuck your own face?

no! never! no! yuppie!

7 to 8

you shout at your own reflection
protest in the name of liberty
Dunning – Kruger in its perfection
dictators, but minority

you say you fuck the mainstream
fake-news-conspiracies
you call your own election
for you and the scars of society

people have their own opinion
normally without obsession
don’t screw yours into their minds
and call it liberty action

fast, fast, fast did you come
fast, fast, fast will you be gone

d.i.y.

nobody should tell me what to do
I do what I want, I need no rules

I dont‘ wanna be a self loathing dollar whore
and break my fuckin‘ back for more and more
oh my head aches for inner freedom
why are you just slaving for the man?

I don’t screw myself to own things I don’t need
I don’t go consistent to anybody’s feet
c’mon give it a try and don’t ask why
best way to live is d.i.y.

wasteland part I

your mouth is watering for fuckin‘ waste, man
while your conscience dies and fuckin rots
welcome to idiocracy
to wasteland
the pigs are cowards there

watch them riding out in wasteland
to sacrifice, but not themselves

greasy fingers that you have to taste and
you don’t know the game, you just pretend
watch them riding out in wasteland
to sacrifice, but not themselves

wasteland, denial
war, denial
hate, denial
genocide

nowhere to live
nowhere to hide

wasteland part II

call me the president
mister president

Putin and I discussed forming a cybersecurity unit
so that election hacking and many other negative things will be guarded

I will fuck you
cause it seems fun
I will fuck everyone

call me officer
officer white right

I shoot with guns and fight with knees
I’m a puppet made to deal, deal with a disease
the KKK tells me who is sick
and I will find them and break their neck

I will shoot you
cause it sounds fun
I will shoot everyone

extreme cop terror

if there’s nothing to beat
they just sit in their seats
and searching for the chance
to make no romance

extreme cop terror

it’s a serious terror
with a disgusting flavour
right wing animal beasts
it’s a police disease

extreme cop terror

c’mon dirty mudhole pig
don’t play hide and seek
show everyone who you really are
a self-styled powerless little fuckin Hitler

c’mon dirty mudhole pig
don’t play hide and seek
show everyone who you really are
the virus that fights a police war
right wing animal beast – you are the police disease

(Less than 1 % of all law enforcement officers who are accused of a crime, are
actually convicted. There are fundamental structural problems when dealing
with unlawful police violence. The close cooperation of judicial and
executive branch leads to a juridical twilight zone.
We need independent investigative
units to convict criminal law enforcement agents.)

Lorem Ipsum

we don’t want to hear your lies
you’re the natural born verbecide
the story teller for average joe

lorem ipsum

you just fake for your social vote
dead men tell no tales
look behind to see your fails
i’m looking forward to see you in hell

lorem ipsum

stop talking shit

Inhale the Gale

stiff upper lip, inhale the gale
you got the PMA

broke up with your relationship
get punched by a bunch of kids
fall down your career path
be the fault in your exams
get arrested for a cops mistake
become a whitness in a murder case
get abused by your father in law
see the death in a fuckin war

you got the PMA
with which you can inhale the gale

got to use it to throw it back
got to force it back on track

Agent Palmer and his H-Bomb

greetings dearest nation
i’m your guy, i will take care
i will lead you to damnation
but i will die and i wait

yeah i will wait till it comes

my journey can not safe me
one day you will obey me
i see all you can not hide
helpless, fearless, numb and tied

i will wait till it comes

i ride till the fire takes me
to the other side
the storm will rage and you may live
still can fell the tide

Disco Depression

another weekend you’re out on the run run run
your nose is bleeding and you’re looking for fun fun fun
stains on your shirt, got grease in your hair
stains on your shirt you got grease in your hair

disco depression

look at your walk, you’re a womans man
you look at the girls with your hands down your pants
the sunrise shows you that it’s time to go home
blue balled and sad – next weekend can come

disco depression