1. Let'Em Bleed

Don't believe'em lot
Crappy suits they got
Black as every goddam thought
Fuckin' up their empty minds
Spitting shit with ease
True masters of sleaze
Genuine? You say: Oh, Jeez!
Twofaced till it binds

Here comes a procession
Fireworks of aggression
Courtesy of'em suckers
Frustrated motherfuckers
Let'em bleed!
Get drained by the procession
Let'em bleed!
A violent blood-bath session

See that dickhead go
Watch his bollocks grow
Conan in his mind
Sausage dog before my eyes
Fucked up SOB's
Strong resolve? Bitch, please!
Can't no story telling shrink
Save'em from demise

Here comes a procession
Fireworks of aggression
Courtesy of'em suckers
Frustrated motherfuckers
Let'em bleed!
Get drained by the procession
Let'em bleed!
A violent blood-bath session

Welcome to the place
Where a basket case
Is widel embraced as an outright demigod
Thanks to mindless mob
Crook becomes heartthrob
Guess what does the job – shekels from a freud
Mind you, in the past
Bishops wouldn't last
Aliens mustn't pass, specially those in black
Gits can also read
Books don't plant the seed
When wit is slack

Here comes a procession
Fireworks of aggression
Courtesy of'em suckers
Frustrated motherfuckers
Let'em bleed!
Get drained by the procession
Let'em bleed!
A violent blood-bath session

Let'em bleed!
Let'em bleed!
Let'em bleed!
Get drained by the procession
A violent blood-bath session

2. Monkey Mosh

Hello Chris! My dear friend
Got a message here to send
Middle finger, canYou Guess? Yes!
To those in a mental mess!!
Middle finger, canYou Guess? Yes!
To those in a mental mess!!
Maybe we need Mr Kon
To be Cussing on and on

Money Mosh – Peculiar swing
Money Mosh – Get in the ring
Money Mosh – My fingers itch
Money Mosh – You son of the bitch
Money Mosh
Money Mosh

Flooded with the mental spam

Waiter! Caviar, vodka, please!
For the lady wine, blue cheese
For the man some apple pie
"I Didn't order no black guy"
For the man some apple pie
"I Didn't order no black guy"
Monkeys screamin everywhere
They should be in mental care

Money Mosh – Peculiar swing
Money Mosh – Get in the ring
Money Mosh – My fingers itch
Money Mosh – You son of the bitch
Money Mosh
Money Mosh

He comes down like a grenade
In a swollen, dumb parade
Swingin' just like no-one cane
An adult baby on his hand
Still around but he's sham
Flooded with the mental spam
Fake Darth Vader counterfeit
Tell me what i gotta do with it

Money Mosh – Peculiar swing
Money Mosh – Get in the ring
Money Mosh – My fingers itch
Money Mosh – You son of the bitch
Money Mosh
Money Mosh

3. Sociopath

Here comes a new day
Lookin' not so black
But it's not ok
Poisoned with the jack
Watch the BBC
People causing pain
Nothing good to see
Hell is where there is no brains

Crackpot
Master ailing mind
Crackpot
Crackpot
He's one of a kind
Crackpot

Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??
Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??

Makes a lot of noise
Straight sex machine gun
But blows nazi boys
Rocco and Rambo in one
Winter nights are long
He'll hate any broad
Takin' German shlong
Even made German by God

Crackpot
Master ailing mind
Crackpot
Crackpot
He's one of a kind
Crackpot

Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??
Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??

Here comes the night
Smelling very cruel
Here come heavy clouds
We will try to get through

Here comes one more troll
Bring that dimwit on
He wants heads to roll
Virgin Mary to help the short con
Manners Russky-crude
Cunning as a Jew
But bound to be screwed
Lazy as a Jigaboo

Crackpot
Master ailing mind
Crackpot
Crackpot
He's one of a kind
Crackpot

Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??
Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??
Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??
Yeaaah!!
How long before you break us all down??

4. Become A Bitch

Take a look at her
You are in a good care
Well-read geisha there
But her views Eichmann stiff
Listen to her say
I won't be a saint
Gonna go my way
Leave it all in a sniff, in a sniff...

Say: Hail to the unholy
Let her soul decay slowly
Say: Hail to the unholy
Let her soul decay slowly
She will become a bitch

She loves to show a lot of skin
Insults through her grin
"Parliament, MP,
Government" and all'em crooks
Dealings of a whore
Have a gain in store
No confession chore
In spite of judging looks, judging looks

Say: Hail to the unholy
Let her soul decay slowly
Say: Hail to the unholy
Let her soul decay slowly
She will become a bitch

Her mind is made up
Won't fall for the trap
And won't be gift-wrapped
A cultured, sweet and daft peach

She loved all the men
Let on in her den
Got let down again
All he wanted was a bitch, was a bitch

Say: Hail to the unholy
Let her soul decay slowly
Say: Hail to the unholy
Let her soul decay slowly

5. Thy Will Be Done

At dawn, I woke up feelin very dead
Like many of my brothers
Waitin' to start the process in my head
Just like all the others
They'd heard of "ask and you shall receive"
It made'em rather pursy
Thy will be done give'em no reprieve
God squashed by your mercy

Your scarred reflectioin makes you scream
And you wake up in terror
As you get up you see it's not a dream
You're fucked like a coffin bearer
The game is played by so many folks
They don't know what they're askin'
Until they see it all may be a hoax
Ugly thoughts they're maskin'

Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done

And I say: "Thy will be done"
Objection – there will be none
Just let me choose my own drink
Thy will be done
And while you're havin' your fun
I'll stick my head to your gun
But please don't acs as my shrink

Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done

And I say: "Thy will be done"
Objection – there will be none
Just let me choose my own drink
Thy will be done
And while you're havin' your fun
I'll stick my head to your gun
But please don't acs as my shrink
Thy will be done

Before my first thought of the day
To myself I mutter
Wonder where i'm headed on my way
To heaven or the gutter?
At dawn, I woke up feelin' very dead
Like many of my brothers
Waitin' to start the process in my head
Just like all the others

Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done

And I say: "Thy will be done"
Objection – there will be none
Just let me choose my own drink
Thy will be done
And while you're havin' your fun
I'll stick my head to your gun
But please don't acs as my shrink
Thy will be done

6. 50?! Don't Slow Down

Breakfast served before nine
Diesel was pumpkin fine
Though my straight aryan nose
Had inhaled quite a dose

Always take a shot – don't slow down
Shit is gettin' hot – don't slow down
Runnin' outta fuel – don't slow down
Stick to golden rule – don't slow down

Go! 50? Don't slow down
It's too slow to crash
Run! Get out of the town
Faster! Or You'll drown
Go! 50? Don't slow down
It's too slow to crash
Run! Get out of the town
Faster! Or You'll drown

"Check int the er
Your ass ain't no racing car"
What they say at my expense
Never made any sense

Preacher pukes at you – don't slow down
Chicks get younger too – don't slow down
Your brakes have gone dead – don't slow down
All your blood you have bled – don't slow down

Go! 50? Don't slow down
It's too slow to crash
Run! Get out of the town
Faster! Or You'll drown
Go! 50? Don't slow down
It's too slow to crash
Run! Get out of the town
Faster! Or You'll drown

Some will change, others won;t
some give up others don't
Idiots swing all around
Planning to breakme down

Put a wrench in the works – don't slow down
Try to take all the perks – don't slow down
Scrawl on walls all you want – don't slow down
I'm above all your taunt – don't slow down

Go! 50? Don't slow down
It's too slow to crash
Run! Get out of the town
Faster! Or You'll drown
Go! 50? Don't slow down
It's too slow to crash
Run! Get out of the town
Faster! Or You'll drown
Faster! Or You'll drown
Faster! Or You'll drown

7. The Cannibal

Inmates croaking in a prison cell
As they're reading records of the case
Wondering who's to check in their hot hotel
Gonna show him who here holds the mace

Tiny woman, just a snack
Tasty for the maniac
On the menu for today
He'll devour her – there's no other way
Hungry under lock and key

Small, evasive, coy and grey
Good with shanks, he is no prey
Seems my age and rather chilled
And always with the butchers guild

Tiny woman, just a snack
Tasty for the maniac
On the menu for today
He'll devour her – there's no other way
Hungry under lock and key

Spoken:
Cause if it ever crossed your mind
To get me done, to eat me up...
Better make sure you do it right
Or it'll be scorching dust you'll bite...
When I let you taste of my spite
You will not guess, try as you might...

Hungry under lock and key

I ain't sleeping, I'm below his bunk
I'm just waiting till he falls asleep
I ain't gonna get fried by the punk
Like his female when the oil was deep

Tiny woman, just a snack
Tasty for the maniac
On the menu for today
He'll devour her – there's no other way

8. God Is (Isn't) Dead

He who has died is very dead
Or is he really?
What if he claims he's no juicehead
But he is reelin'?
Ifone goes "sunset limited"
Is it brain tumour?
Is it he ain't been visited
By god's good humour?
Like Mr. White...

And when you do reincarnate
A speck or a mover?
Ask Lazarus what he would say
He knows the manoeuvre
What if a habit doesn't stop
From whoredog action?
And does she think his eyes will pop
As a reaction?

I have always stayed away
From religion's foul play
Miracle ain't paramount
To the total body count

I have always stayed away
From religion's foul play
Miracle ain't paramount
To the total body count

What if a frock don't stop a guy?
Small tush gets looted
Does he think god turns a blind
Can he play stupid?
So Friedrich said: "God is dead!"
John replied: "God is love!"
"God ain't the maker" – said Stephen
I god is love, he'll be forgiven

I have always stayed away
From religion's foul play
Miracle ain't paramount
To the total body count

I have always stayed away
From religion's foul play
Miracle ain't paramount
To the total body count

Hey, now can you answer
Why you had Mr. Blavk
Be white;s necromancer
And not ever hold him back

9. Diamond Throats

They shoot horses, or do they?
So let's shoot one for the road
Even though I'm gonna stay
What'ya say, hair of the dog

Our futere's rather shitty
And our story looks the same
Don't you think that it's a pitty
People made this party lame

See your weary slavic soul
Twirling round latino style
Temperature taking it's toll
66.6 meanwhile

Though we're anxious and we glower
Sometimes you can count on us
We're enslaved and we lack power
Corporate zombies, chicken-trussed

They sent us all to school
Told us nothing on liife's grind
Forgot to teach the rule
To be afraid of your own tempted mind

He was screaming banshee-like
Sober in a dentist chair
Feeling that way killed his fight
Left him with a lifeless stare

Our futere's rather shitty
And our story looks the same
Don't you think that it's a pitty
People made this party lame

They sent us all to school
Told us nothing on liife's grind
Forgot to teach the rule
To be afraid of your own tempted mind

They shoot horses, or do they?
So let's shoot one for the road
Even though I'm gonna stay
What'ya say, hair of the dog

They sent us all to school
Told us nothing on liife's grind
Forgot to teach the rule
To be afraid of your own tempted mind

10. Heavenly Hellfucker

Oh, your eminence
Oh, father Maciel
I feel providence
Finally sent you to hell
The world's moved on
The kids have grown
Intelligent runnin' on fury
And dilligent they're your grand jury

Low spirits for legin
For Bernard has laid down his law
No colour dor Boston
A crotch Benedic(k)tion by maw

When was the last time
he felt a hardon
Forcefed life of grime
He felt so trampled on
See the arrogance
Against evidence
He won't repent, looks up to the sky
He won't repent, he would rather die

Low spirits for legin
For Bernard has laid down his law
No colour dor Boston
A crotch Benedic(k)tion by maw

Mother worked at home
Wasn't of much use
Lowlife chromosome
Her holster was shockingly loose
Brain amputee
All he could be
Was excrement, sick beyond measure
No sentiment, priesthood for pleasure

Low spirits for legin
For Bernard has laid down his law
No colour dor Boston
A crotch Benedic(k)tion by maw

11. After The Vulture

Your Messy Business Don't Mean Shit
And I Don't Give a Flying Fuck
I Fight the World, Wrestle With It
To All the Rest I Turn My Back
Not Having Died a Sofa Death
Jesus Has Spend 2000 Years
Nailing Us All, Making Us Pay
For Making Him Go the Hard Way

I Keep My Urges Down
When Loose They Will Not Stop
End Up in Looney Town
Noose-Wrapped My Neck Will Pop

Lucidity – Tomorrow's Name
I Clearly See What is to Come
Given Them a Choice, Don't Start This Game
If I Had Kids I'd Have Them Done
Whenever I Go Out and See
This Sad and Shity Cabaret
The First Word That Will Come To Me
Is Always This: "Exterminate"

I Keep My Urges Down
When Loose They Will Not Stop
End Up in Looney Town
Noose-Wrapped My Neck Will Pop

You Shall Speak to the Deaf
In Ruins You Will Sleep
And Eat What Vultures Leave

And You Shall Love the Dead
In Ruins You Will Sleep
And Eat What Vultures Leave

Oh My Lord, You Gave No Other
Enough Spite to Deride a Brother
Only Man Displays That Feature
And No Other Earthly Creature
The Only Thing That Makes Me Stay
The Only Thing That Keeps Me Alive
It's the Thought That I Can Say:
"Today's a Good Day For Suicide"

You Shall Speak to the Deaf
In Ruins You Will Sleep
And Eat What Vultures Leave

And You Shall Love the Dead
In Ruins You Will Sleep
And Eat What Vultures Leave
In Ruins You Will Sleep
And Eat What Vultures Leave

You Shall Speak to the Deaf
In Ruins You Will Sleep
And Eat What Vultures Leave

And You Shall Love the Dead
In Ruins You Will Sleep
And Eat What Vultures Leave
And Eat What Vultures Leave