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The twelfth dimension
The ultimate blast
Third from the sun
A thing of the past
Nineteenth degree
All god beware
E=mc2
Goodbye world
Blue planet earth
Our time is up
For what it's worth
Going down in flames
We cheer the puppeteer
Full blown chaos
Pandemonium
Up Uranus
Adios amigos
Last call on planet fucked
You trade on the bones of lost memories
Ever spiraling down without hope
Without cease
Rampage turmoil
The iceberg's tip
The rats have left the stinking ship
A bleating throng
The final rout
The maw of Molocj will sort 'em out
Feed the Moloch
Feed the Moloch
A broken record
A throw-away toy
Last exit now or self-destroy
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Fea not what the future holds
Rest your weary soul
I'll do the rest
Careful as I gentle down
Like a sacred cow
Give you my best
Rest assured
I know you know
Truth is good
To win the goal
There comes a time
Fight or flight
All behold
The legacy mine
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the king of kings
A better life imagined through his eyes
A veil of finely calibrated lies
Bait and switch
One and all full of shit
Bait and switch
Everything in time
Follow me
Down the garden path
Take you by the hand
Lead you astray
Don't look back
Leave the past behind
Let bygones be gone
Live for today
In control
Make no mistake
The world is mine alone to take
All for one
One for none
In God we trust
To seal our fate
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(Odin, dva, tri, chetyre, pyat', shest', sem', vosem', devyat', desyat', odinnadtsat')
Davai, brat, davai
Ob'edenimsya
I zavtra ne budet
Cherno-belym
Vpered, brat, davai
Davai ubedimsya
Chto zavtra ne budet
O bogatom i bednom
Davai, brat, davai
Davai
Vodki za drujbu
I botinkom pod zad
Davai, brat, davai
Vozmojno my poslednie
Vpered smotri
I v proshlom ne jivi
Vpered, brat
Uchenie horoshiy put'
V vechniy pokoi
Kotoriy vzorvet mir
Davai, brat, davai
Davai
Vodki za drujbu
I botinkom pod zad
The Fog Has Lifted
The Blood Has Dried
Youth Of The World
Your Time Is Now
Don't Fight
Unite
Davai, brat, davai
Davai
Vodki za drujbu
I botinkom pod zad
Davai!
[English translation:]
Come on Come on brother
Unite
And not to be
Black-and-White
Brother Come Forward
Let's see
What's not to be
On the rich and poor
Come on Come on brother
Come on
Vodki friendship
and shoes under the ass
Come on Come on brother
Perhaps we last
Forward Look
In the past Do not Live
Next Brother
The teachings will pave the way
B Militant Rest
Who will win The World
Come on Come on brother
Come on
Vodki friendship
and shoes under the ass
The Fog Has Lifted
The Blood Has Dried
Youth Of The World
Your Time Is Now
Don't Fight
Unite
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Me Myself And I
Will Defy
Promises In Vain
Don't See Eye To Eye
Biting My Lip
Carried Away
Faster And Harder
Blue In The Face
Bad Girl Will You Ever Behave
Never Say Never Cause I'd Do It Again
I'll Never Say Never Again
I Confess
I'll Never Say Never Again
No Never Say Never Cause I'd Do It Again
I Confess
Candy Apple Red
Smears My Skin
I Like The Feel Of It
Spilling Out Over The Edge
Exile Whatever It Takes
I Don't Learn From My Mistakes
I've Got A Naughty Habit To Break
Let The Flood Begin
Blood Letting
Wash Away My Sin
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Teil des ganzen
Schlaferzelle
im Verratersaat
vom Blitz getroffen
vom Donner geruhrt
aus Totenstarre heraus
katapulitert
POTZ BLITZ!
Erkenne dich selbst
Finde das Mass
Tu was du willst
Potz Blitz
bis ans Ende der Welt
Potz Blitz
was das Zeug Halt
Blindganger
Herkunft
Nicht
Bekannt
unberechenbar
ausser Rand un Band
aur Gedeih und Verderb
auf Teufel komm raus
aller Warnug zum Trotz
volle Kraft voraus
nacktes Grauen
auf Teufel komm raus
aller Warnug zum Trotz
volle Kraft voraus
nacktes Grauen
blanker Hohn
verkauft verraten
Judaslohn
auf Gedeih und Verderb
auf Teufel komm raus
jenseits von Gut und Bose
grosse Fahrt voraus
letzter Vorstoss
die Grenzen des Seins
Nicht ist umoglich
selbstbestimmt ganz allein
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Whatever you believe nobody cares
Whatever it is you think you know
Don't give a God dam
Reality is bullshit
Reflection is a concept
Based on your own fucked up ideal
Don't call it part of your faith
Another way you justify hate
Voices shouting under water
Drown you out, steal your air
Blinded by their own illusion
Through a crooked looking glass
Army of theives
Blood on their hands
Lightning, fire and brimstone
They'll say whatever they can
Conspiracy theories, Arrogant trash
They prowl alone and trvel in packs
[Chorus]
Vocies shouting in the water
Drag you down, steal your air
Dissolut, Diabolic
Snake oil salesmen everywhere
[x4]
People of the lie
Whatever you believe
Nobody cares
Idol worship, made of fantasy
Don't push your deity on me
Reality is bullshit
Reflection is a concept
Based on your own fucked up ideal
[x4]
People of the lie
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Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some god's stocking
Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting
Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
People don't forget this torture
Just because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little children
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Who cares for the little children
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Listen to the voice of Buddha
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Your Monkey Business
Won't Get The Best Of Me
Not The Kind To Take It Light
Put Up With Tomfoolery
Playing Mr Nice Guy
Leading Me On
Sure Enough Two On The Side
We Both Know You Did Me Wrong
Play, Fun, Stray, Lust
Cheat, Front, Lies, Strut
On And On With Everything I Got
Giving Up
Had Enough I Mean It This Time
Walking Out With My Head Held High
Strut, Out The Door
Had Enough I Mean It This Time
Walking Out With My Head Held High
Strut
You've Got The Nerve To Say Its Alright
A Real Woman Doesn't Need A Man Child
Telling Her Lies
Own Up Stop Pretending
You're The Talk Of The Town
Say It Once And For The Last Time
I'm The Best You'll Ever Have
Two Faced, Thrill, Hunt
Trapped, Caught, Tricked, Strut
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All these years, all this time
We have been messing with your mind
Dishonest, noble, rad and true
We just don’t have a fucking clue
All the humor, pun, and wit
A heaping, steaming pile of shit
With a smile and a wink
We make believe our poop don’t stink
Rip the system, revolution
Adding fuel to your confusion
Gobble up the crap we feed you
We don’t really love and need you
We just want your cold hard cash
Get our hands into your stash
Now show up, listen, and behold
Finally the truth be told
Chorus:
We’re only in it for the money
To dip our fingers in your honey
We pretend to no end
We are bitches for your riches
My tide and my audacity
Of a handsome crook from Germany
A million sheets of patient paper
Chronicle his every caper
You never had us figured out
Lend stature, relevance and clout
Even called us pioneers,
When really we were privateers
You reveled in our plagiarism
Joined into the organism
Your pompousness and indecorum
Spewed on every online forum
How you dribbled, how you drooled
Priceless how we had you fooled
We hijacked your bedazzled souls
For ransom ‘til we made it gold
Chorus
We’re only in it for the money
To dip our fingers in your honey
We pretend to no end
We are bitches for your riches
We’re only in it for the gain
Sex and drugs, and rock and roll fame
Jewelry, luxury
We are … for your ….
We’re only in it for the encore
We want it all, and then some more
…
… is our duty
We just want your cold hard cash
Get our hands into your stash
Now show up, listen, and behold
Finally the truth be told
We’re only in it for the ….
The … never burns
Can’t get enough to stuff
The orifice of avarice
We’re only in it for the money
To dip our fingers in your honey
We pretend to no end
We are bitches for your riches
We are bitches for your riches
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Free Association
Psycho fucking pricks
The art of becoming is the beginning of the end
Bastard child from a rabid bitch
Go to town with a pump gun up your (cunt)
AK-47, '92 Beretta
Don't give a good God damn what you think of me
or what I do
H&K MP5
Smith & Wesson model 29
SPS Glock 17
A one man army i was born to be
Do it for kicks - show & tell
Do it for fun - shotgun shell
Do it for love - raise hell
Like hand in glove
Me and my gun
No prior violation
Let thy will be done
Give praise to this motherfucking white trash scum
Without provocation
Kill anyone
Ready for action
Whatever may come
You can blame it on the media
Circus for the stars
Music, movies or the man in mars
But I am what I am
Just as before
No fear or remorse
Evil to the core
I hate Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - everyday
- always
Just as ordinary girl at war with the everday world
Now listen up kid -
It ain't cool to shoot up your school!
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You Are In Enemy Country
Take No Chances
One Mistake May Cost Your Life
Where There's A Will There'll Be A Way
Which Doesn't Kill Will Lead You Astray
Born Out Of Spite, Malice And Ire
Rivers Of Blood
Baptized By Fire
All That You Knew
What You Believed
Lock, Stock And Barrel
Sold Out And Deceived
Too Late For Remorse, Revolt, Rebel
This Is Moral Bombing
Your Personal Hell
Here And Now
Courage And Guts
Victory Imminent
Promised By The Powers
40,000 Dead In Under Two Hours
Take'm Out
Every Single One Of Them
We Are The Good Guys
Keeping It Keen
Nice & Easy
Lean & Mean
We Are The Good Guys
This Is Routine
Taking You Out
Neat & Clean
Hang In There
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