1. |
Better Off Dead
01:16
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We‘re so tired of your shit.
Blood, death and fire.
We are so sick of it.
This world. A lost cause
With madmen in command.
Nothing matters anymore.
All things come to an end.
We‘re so exhausted
From struggling in vain.
Panic. Lies. Bullshit.
Let the idiots reign.
This world. A lost cause.
All is said and done.
Stop the nonsense.
End it all.
Just drop the fucking bomb.
We don‘t matter.
Our thoughts. Our views.
Our ideas don‘t matter.
We don‘t matter.
Our words. Our actions.
Our lives don‘t matter.
We‘re better off dead.
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2. |
Born Too Privileged
01:33
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Your grandma had to run
From death and rape and war.
Your father had to run
From oppression and iron bars.
Look at you. You lucky fuck.
Spoiled and safe and free.
A silver spoon
Stuck in your mouth.
A human catastrophe.
You never had to run.
You‘re marching there.
Arm in the air.
And beat the weak for fun.
You poor white man.
Your leader‘s dead.
You‘re born too late.
Born too privileged.
Born too late.
Born too privileged.
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3. |
The Beast(s) Of Belgium
00:51
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He was a weird one.
The quiet neighbor.
And then they opened
The torture chamber.
Red rain is falling on the pavement.
Children‘s voices from the basement.
No remorse. No regret.
So many more like him.
A threat.
Murder on tape.
Children on demand.
Torture. Money. Rape.
The horrors never end.
No remorse.
No regret.
Money and power.
Champagne and lobster.
Supply and demand.
Who‘s the real monster?
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4. |
Angela Merkel Sextape
01:15
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The hounds are hungry.
They‘ve got an appetite.
Give them something
To keep them occupied.
No further questions.
No further scrutiny.
Spread the contagion.
Spread the disease.
The hounds are hungry
For fallen idols.
Let them have one.
The best. The brightest.
Nobody is safe.
Stumbling to the gallows
Through bloodthirsty hordes.
The hounds are hungry.
It‘s so revolting.
Starved out and begging.
Why not feed them poison?
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5. |
Ordinary Bloodshed
01:33
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Another day.
Another bloodbath.
Chaos reigns.
Death and carnage.
This is where we live now.
Another day.
Another tragedy.
We mark ourselves safe,
We shrug and walk away.
Another day.
Another poisoned well.
Another day.
Another taste of hell.
This is how we live now.
Thank god!
They speak of regular insanity.
Just ordinary bloodshed.
Not another log on the stakes.
Not another feast for the snakes.
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6. |
Die For The Cause
01:39
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I was a misfit.
Defiant but perceptive.
I didn‘t lack willpower.
I lacked perspective.
This construct of abandonment
You call „society“.
Your precious rules, oppressive laws
No longer apply to me.
They offered purpose.
They offered guidance.
I‘m a believer. A warrior.
A gear in the machine.
The bombs are planted.
Safety‘s off.
Today it‘s you. Tomorrow me.
They offered purpose.
They offered guidance.
Brothers for life.
Me, them and the violence.
I am ready to die for the cause.
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7. |
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Alone in the desert.
The last sparks of life.
I have given everything.
I feel so empty inside.
Three starving little children
In an empty house of mud.
I‘ve run out of options.
A contract sealed with blood.
What is the price of life?
Prolonged life and happiness
For a sick and wealthy man.
My kids get food, the surgeon paid.
A win-win-win-win-win.
I offered you one kidney
At a reasonable cost.
But first you ripped my heart out
And then you ripped me off.
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8. |
Fear Of The Sun
02:00
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Oh brother!
Behold, the sky is gray.
Pick up your wooden leg.
Let‘s go outside and play.
Oh mother!
This is a day to smile.
If only you could see the clouds
With your white hollow eyes.
Blood red sun.
Oh sister!
Don‘t you enjoy the rain?
The first cool drops on your burned skin
Make you forget the pain.
Oh father!
How can you sleep today?
A storm is coming. Please get up.
Please come back from your grave.
Blood red sun.
Cloudless deadly skies.
Don‘t look up.
Just run for your life.
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9. |
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Ich bin nicht rechts,
Ich bin im Recht.
Deshalb geht‘s mir auch so schlecht.
Bin staaten- und chancenlos.
Kleines Hirn, Maul riesengross.
Zu wenig Bildung, zu viel Zeit
Ruf‘ ich aus mein eigenes Reich.
Nehm‘ mein Schicksal in die Hand...
Ich bin zu deutsch für Deutschland.
Besetzt, belogen, keine Wahl.
Wir sind nur Firmenpersonal.
Jeder Türke hat ‘nen Pass
Und lacht sich vor Gericht schlapp.
Doch mir nimmt man alles weg
Nur weil ich keine Steuern blech‘.
Nehm‘ die Knarre in die Hand...
Ich bin zu deutsch für Deutschland.
Was nicht in mein Weltbild passt
Wird ganz einfach passend gemacht.
Bin fiehl arischer als euch.
Schon mein Uropa war deutsch.
Volksverrat und Umvolkung.
Das hier ist Selbstverteidigung.
Schwarz-weiss-rotes Absperrband...
Ich bin zu deutsch für Deutschland.
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