Part 1 of 4 (Parental advisory - Silent kill - Torture machine - ??)
01 – Parental advisory 02 – Wings to heaven 03 – Heaven, I’m coming 04 – World T.V 05 – Sober dreams 06 – Drug revolution 07 – Memories of a dead mind 08 – The wall 09 – Keep on smocking 10 – Mr Mrs Smith 11 - Slave 12 – Power puff whore 13 – Friday the 13th 14 – Mr hard fuck boy 15 –The fuck song 16 – Dancing of the broken asses 17 – Cut wrists 18 – Lost 19 – A gun to end
01 – Parental advisory How many people wanna love today? How many people just wanna get fucked?
Brain abortion Getting high on an ego that’s dead Rape the children at least they fuck you Kill each other motherfucking hero upon you.
The last time I’ll fuck it, won’t deny Parental advisory, sweetest content Is not explicit as the shit you teach.
Fuck your daughter, give her drugs Put your head inside T.V and see the alien Porno at 9AM with the plastic queens Wash your brain with MPT.v
We live in a world drowned with abortions And a great jesus Christ smocking drugs gOd eating money-gOd let’s kill everybody before they can walk dead the empty flames of hell give our money back.
Oh, I forgot a suicide…
02 – Wings to heaven They brought me here shining like a flame At a midnight, it fades so fast If I could try so hard.
It kept me through a dirty mirror I couldn’t see the dirt outside.
I took the drugs they said would kill me Were healthy as a bomb Dirty as the things they did to me.
Burn the worm inside Will take all the lives, see you bleed Cut your wings So you can’t fly to heaven.
I’m still “Burning”
03 – Heaven, I’m coming I’ve never written a love song And this won’t be the first time…
Take it, kiss it, suck it Love it, hate it, let it go Every goddamn living Is a bitch… bitch for me.
We swallowed all your dreams in our virgin disk Putting down the guns, Pointing ourselves to die.
We’re living in a cheese cake You eat and cannot shit You’ve got to shit or then rats will eat your meat. If you don’t have the money, then Your life don’t mean a thing.
04 – World T.V You’re fucked as feces stained No more commercials and democracy The first fag president, Police giving brains And a gun used for a good end.
You can make this over Get on your knees at the middle of a war Murder all the reasons and innocence And I’ll leave you alive.
School, a nice place to get fucked Never gonna left love You can die eating meat or showing your money What the hell are you living? Whatever you do, you’ll damn yourself.
05 – Sober dreams Drugs I want to swallow Dirty porks dressed in white dancing round god yeah, you're mine flood of shit stained on faces.
it's a great fuck (FUCK) we can die for you (YOU) bitch, now we'll make it normal harder than abnormal to taste all your conditions we'll fuck your mind together we're going to fuck you fuck you, fuck you...
Fuck you baby take back your shit, your sober dreams of angels. I know the saints in you are drowning cuz they're devils, sexual freedom that scares you. I'm the shit you wish you're the bitch i love to hate.
Fuck you baby take back your shit, your sober dreams of angels. Fuck you or forget you is the same discretion you get all your depression cuz you got down on your knees and free the dope-pork inside you you're the bitch I love to hate.
06 – Drug revolution Marihuana, marihuana, marihuana The fuel of my illusions The cake after party Get this one started.
Was it yellow or green? I don’t know Was it a cat or a dog? I don’t know…
Drug revolution! Fire, bombs and shit Drug revolution! Red eyes till explode We’ll never fade.
DRUGS! LA LA LA LA LA DRUGS! LA LA LA LA LA DRUGS! LA LA LA LA LA
Wanna get high and loose I’ll see Mickey Mouse Doping, doping, doping Wanna come with me? Join us to forget you’re dead.
07 – Memories of a dead mind In the days of hard depression A new life grew in my head Since the day that I’ve known you All the lessons I’ve learnt.
You made me grow so fast And now the memories don’t react This dark world you showed me I surrender, I’m going mad I hate it You’re the book I need to read.
I’ve got a dead mind Your dead mind I’ve sucked and made it mine I’ve killed my own world “In the name of hate” This is not enough for me to live…
All the things stained in my head They came from your dead mind.
08 – The wall In my dreams, there’s a wall made of heads Falling off on my feet Preying to me everyday, saying: “Shoot me, please”
These dreams are still so sweet And make them feel how deep hurts can get.
Slowly, the wall cries blood This, keep doing miracles Getting it so heavenly.
Suck my ass now, suck it forever You’re nothing and will be nothing, For the rest of my life. Don’t think I’m able for you I’m gonna fuck you If you kill your seeds.
09 – Keep on smocking Spinning my mind gOd now’s around Still smelling like shit Rotten teeth like ape I don’t need a pill.
Weak like a fruit cake Standing on bible sex-type-line Falling all over the green garden.
Loathing and loathing I’ll keep on smocking I’ll keep on smocking.
Too sober and lost Please, help me to forget Poison in the air I’ll stay on the black dirt Within my hair.
10 – Mr Mrs Smith I just watch porn TV Queers as folk Shit as gold Dance like a poisoning snake Barbie doll, my best friend.
Mr Mrs Smith We sing the stupid, hollow songs Mr Mrs Smith Golden bugs cause of just being different.
No discrimination, please I’m the owner of the world and act Sexual art, filth with aids Friendly fairies Jumping into the pool.
11 - Slave I’m so glad you’re still dying You should turn the chairs The right place, the right time.
Bitch was a stranger Bitch’s such a bore Bitch’s now funny Watching your disease grows.
Think I care about your problems? Did you really think I’d join you? Together make the best bloody war.
Let’s find the passion Of killing soulless lives Kill the problem, will not solve.
You’re just a slave of nothing real You’re just a slave of a mannequin.
Look outside and you’ll see That gOd’s not here Bleeding gold Vomiting TV shows.
12 – Power puff whore At night I come, so start the run Magical hands, give me the money now Shoot to have respect, handbag’s a gun.
Want legal prostitution Flatter abortion to work Politically qualified Porno movie religion.
Power puff whore Got the money, spend on drugs Power puff whore I got the dope, suicidal dream of god Trade babies for gold Easy money, easy life Fight for justice I’m the power puff whore.
In the TV sells my story There’s no rating with another Nowhere is better education Studied in the prostitute’s institute.
I want legal drugs So I can see god.
13 – Friday the 13th The poison around you Thought was reality Good to see you die everyday With tears on your scared face.
See how glad I am Jason’s in a real town Killing stupids Sending them to hell.
Friday the 13th Came back just to see There’s no work to do Cause who did it was you. Run as fast as you want Will pay anyway all your faults Blood will flow crawling back to hell.
14 – Mr hard fuck boy Strangled dead Instead of devouring beauty Heaven wants us dressed up well Homosexual depressed Perfekt smile, anorexia.
Money culture, killer parents Goddamned church and stupid creations Built to destroy Fucking fashion, Models dead in head.
Mr hard fuck boy Bullet on statistics control system People say:
Just handle to heaven We realize we’re dead Living in a shopping soul.
15 - The fuck song I'm on the fuck to your fuck fucking bitch fuck the shit motherfucking slut fuck to fuck.
fuck you fucking, fuck fuck you goddamn motherfucking fuck... you
the fuck... song gonna fuck... you least you're fucked up
there's no fucking bitch without being goddamn fucking fucked you won't fuck me oh my ***
16 – Dancing of the broken asses Bastard fucker deposit of aids.
You really think you’re cute with that skinny ass hard to penetrate? Sick rat poisoned with old cumm Rented by 20 cents by hour.
Now I know why your teeth are white.
This is the dancing of the broken asses Round and round till find the steeple.
Easy stupid fuck Roses are waiting for some water Enjoying black horses You’re just a baboon with colour clothes Make your butterfly show While I sit and laugh.
You make me sick Fly away, fly away Little pinkie pig.
17 – Cut wrists I felt like I wanted to kill Your scary screens around you We mean…
I’m so human to fail And heaven’s going away.
I’m not ashamed to share My cut wrists with yours As you wanted it.
It still being so sweet to kill you So don’t bother in running We’ll fail anyway.
Stacked in my heart as a knife pounding Don’t believe it, just leave it…
18 – Lost She’s dying Nobody knows but she’s dying alone Nobody helped her The world slitted her wrists Just for being different.
(She said :) Kiss me, I’d love to live You gave me shit I thought were illusions My heart stopped pounding You threw me away I feel I’m gonna die but… no…
I stand with a gun in my hand Make you pay your faults The life I couldn’t live today The silence in my mouth The tears when I sleep And all the fucking bullshit… Love that I need.
I’m no longer lost No longer lost No longer dead…
19 – A gun to end I’ve asked myself today How did this shit meant to grow When will this blood supposed to stop? Drying all the life we built so hard Just need a gun to end.
You just see my face Maybe else has disappeared with the rest of innocence.
This cold knife in my hand Stacked to a point of a heart that’s dead Behind a rose, a flower of dying skills.
I’m not gonna kill you today I’ll just wait to suck your life The crack inside, child will have to live For the rest of your life or at least the end Just need a gun to end.
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