RUBBISH PLANET
"Gimme more toxics"
screams the river
"You're gonna die on this rubbish planet!"
Light gives birth to cold shadows
All our imaginations gone forever
Uninterrupted, the voice is in your head
The eyes are blind, you're controlled by fear
You are...controlled...by fear
A puppet that kills and cheats on command
Holy crusades in the names of light
Millions of murdered heathens mark the way
Countless defrauded people punished with civilisation
We must...control...ourselves
It's the fear of God that makes them obey
While the holy ones stab them in their backs!
You're a prisoner of your ideals
Just a prisoner of your materialistic ideals
You're a prisoner of your worthless ideals
On our knees we're living our lives
Compressed in social forces
It's like living under a chainsaw
You arise - you get KILLED!
Causing trouble's all you do
We don't fucking need you
You are raping our scene
You're so Goddamn lame
Trouble maker
It was so easy to do
And now
I got my hands deep in your guts
Stereotype killing
Screaming animals
Terrified looking eyes
Uncontrolled movements
Now he's pushing the button
And they're at the end of the way...
To the pneumatic slaughter
A life in rigorism
A life conducted by ideals
That had become dusty ages ago
Hypocritical propriety and false morals
Self-obligated pain
Automasochism as an anchor
For your rotten mind and evil thoughts
A life in fucking rigorism
The fools have arisen again!
The gun in his hands he starts to run
His head is empty, survival of the fittest
But then the pictures reach his brain
He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself
When he was running through red rivers of blood
Please raise the siege
You're not gonna win
My mind's mine so raise your mental siege
I'm not gonna let you fucking in!
Heut hab ich wieder einmal eine gesehen
Oh wie vornehm Sie doch gehn
Nerze, Biber und sogar Tiger
Müssen dran Glauben, ist mir's zuwider!
Reiche Weiber die kaum mehr atmen
Nachher noch in Fetten braten
Unschuldige Tiere erleiden Tod und Pein
Oh ihr Fotzen ist euer Herz doch klein!
When I walk the streets
People point at me
Their kids, they don't play with mine
'Cause I'm positive, positive, AIDS-positive
Help me, I'm positive, please help
Got the virus in me now and forever
People don't touch me
How I welcome my end
The coin has got two different sides
One with our laughing Western society
On the other one, death and starvation is grinning at you!
It's so difficult to do things right, so you say
Fatten the ones, starve the others
If only both sides gained the same value
Did things he shouldn't have done
But now he really regrets
Walls around him, he knows he's never
gonna leave this room 'til he's fucking dead
So he's the fool he's gotta pay
For the faults in our society
No rehabilitation, just pain and disgust
Is he locked away from us or are we locked away from him?
Sitting here staring at my blood-covered hands
Thinking of nothing but what I've seen
So I went out again, tried to forget for an instant
Grabbed my victim, my work was about to begin
Why me? What did I do wrong? I've seen
I now fight the voice inside of me that wants me to do it
again
Know that I must stop but it's a senseless trial
'Cause at the end it will overcome and I'll lose
And I'm out there again - why? 'Cause I've seen....
First class people, better than the mob
First class people, more equal than others!
See them sit in their first class cabinets
Painted faces smiling at those lower people
Feeling so secure, setting themselves apart
Tell me who rules the world?
First class people, greedy brainless bastards
First class people, the first to go!
WORLD UNDER MY FINGERNAIL (extract)
There's these days in my life
When I rather would disappear
My eyes don't see no good
Ooh, I can feel it, it burns like hell
I want to escape it, no-one I can tell
Walls, walls, thick and high
Massive pain - wanna die
A face out of rubber, all out I cry
Please help, let me pass by!
The master I hear, he comes
His keys I hear, doors open
On the ground I crawl, he wants
It hurts so badly, bones are broken
Walls, walls
Wire, wire
Doors, doors
Walls, walls
"Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens...erwachte, fand er sich
in seinem Bett zu einem ungeheuren Ungeziefer
verwandelt." (Franz Kafka, Die
Verwandlung/Metamorphosis)
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