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Tracks
01. Power
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Gunter Schulz
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Under a stone
Skin and bone
The children of fear
Are not alone
Rivers of tears
Flesh and blood
An eye for an eye
That's all we've got
Time will be ending
Life's a crusade
For a consciousness rising
Out of desperate state
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
Power and truth
Desire and trust
Like the wind and the rain
Ashes and dust
Into light and the future
Education is work
Into violent peace
That will conquer the world
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
Under a stone
Skin and bone
The children of fear
Are not alone
Rivers of tears
Flesh and blood
An eye for an eye
That's all we've got
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
Time will be ending
Life's a crusade
For a consciousness rising
Out of desperate state
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
We got the power
We got the power
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
We got the power
Excessive force
Industrial soundtrack to the holy wars
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02. Apathy
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Mark Durante, Gunter Schulz
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Without space
Without time
I am deaf
I am blind
Without motion
Without sound
Like a flower underground
I can't see
I don't feel
I can't touch
I don't heal
Apathy
Apathy
Apathy
Isolation, demarcation
Solitary separation
No more joy
No more sadness
No emotion
Only madness
I can't see
I don't feel
I can't touch
I don't heal
Apathy
Apathy
Apathy
Apathy
Corrosion from within
No future
I can't see
I don't feel
I can't touch
I don't heal
Apathy
Apathy
Apathy
Apathy
Corrosion from within
No resistance in the cell
No resistance in the cell
No resistance in the cell
No resistance in the cell
No more
Without space
Without time
I am deaf
I am blind
Without motion
Without sound
Like a flower underground
Apathy
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03. Rules
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, Mark Durante Gunter Schulz
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Yes, so the message goes
Like an insect in its death-throes
A magic carpet ride to hell
Then back to here with time to tell
A metal scar on every face
We walk to a forbidden place
Where dirty water cleans the soul
We pour into another hole
Here comes a secret delivery
All aboard the reason why
A broken down discovery
The rules, the rules do not apply
I'm half blind and I'm losing
A picture that is out of control
I'm lying on the ground but I'm moving
A prison being built round my soul
Under a concrete sky
Barricades begin to rise
Sun and stars begin to fall
A sonic boom condemns us all
Decapitated soldiers fight
And ministers control the light
In leaking gas we bathe our flesh
And in the air we fight for breath
Here comes a secret delivery
All aboard the reason why
A broken down discovery
The rules, the rules do not apply
I'm half blind and I'm losing
A picture that is out of control
I'm lying on the ground but I'm moving
A prison being built round my soul
Auf dem fliegenden Teppich
Zur Hölle und zurück
Mit ausführlichem Bericht
Unter bleiernem Himmel
Barrikaden verdunkeln das Licht
Kopflose Soldaten in der Schlacht
Insekten in Todeszuckungen
Im Angesicht verlöschender Gestirne
Verlassen uns alle Hoffnungen
Here comes a secret delivery
All aboard the reason why
A broken down discovery
The rules, the rules do not apply
The rules do not apply
I'm half blind and I'm losing
A picture that is out of control
I'm lying on the ground but I'm moving
A prison being built round my soul
I'm half blind and I'm losing
A picture that is out of control
I'm lying on the ground but I'm moving
A prison being built round my soul
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04. Craze
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, Gunter Schulz
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Buildings fall
People crawl
Nailed against
Another wall
Light or dark
Break and start
Idiot
Could play the part
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
Make it mine
Pain and crime
Fading light
Other signs
Take it back
Crowbars crack
Break it down
Remain intact
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
Cold as ice
Scissor dice
Miracle
Turns day to night
Right or wrong
Hammer tong
Since they refueled
They're getting strong
Broken trust
Ideas lost
Burn in time
Laid to rest
Look at lies
Broken, dies
Given in
Love is blind
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
Take a hammer and break a bone for me
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
There's nothing like giving the game away
All the people are feeling the same today
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05. Dogma
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Nicole Blackman, F.M. Einheit, and Gunter Schulz
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All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything
Anything we want anyway
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It's more effective that way
We don't live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and
Sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for
Is for something worth waiting for
Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let's stop saying "Don't quote me
Because if no one quotes you
You probably haven't said a thing worth saying
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop culture
Is the only kind of culture we're ever gonna have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching TV
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we're addicted to the things we hate
We don't run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
The only reason you're still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We owe so much money we're not broke, we're broken
We're so poor we can't even pay attention
So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Sky high and fucked
Let's stop praying for someone
To save us and start saving ourselves
Let's stop this and start over
Let's go out
Let's keep going
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
This is your life
This is your fucking life
America
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
America
America
Quit whining you haven't done
Anything wrong because frankly
You haven't done much of anything
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
Someone's writing down your mistakes
Someone's documenting your downfall
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06. Inane
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Mark Durante, Gunter Schulz
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Inane
Chew it all up
Turn it around
Give the meaning a twist
Spit it back out
Repulsive, corrosive
Enticing, confusing
Abusive, elusive
Provoking, amusing
Like everything else
It's completely inane
Profoundly profane
And it drives me insane
KMFDM
What Do You Know?
Don't Blow Your Top
Now, here we go
KMFDM
What's the deal?
You're so Naïve
Come on get real
Mangled and ground
Decomposed and destroyed
Whatever was found
We invented the sound
Prepared to order
Cooked to perfection
According to taste
No dissatisfaction
KMFDM
For what your Money can buy
Leave your Angst behind
And fly sky high
KMFDM
Make your choice
Celebrate chaos
Get into the noise
KMFDM
Nihilistic and free
UAIOE
For you and me
Help Us, Save Us
Take Us Away
KMFDM
Make my day
German engineering
Astounding ingenuity
Over a decade of
Conceptual continuity
KMFDM
A constant intrusion
It poisons your Blood
You need an infusion
KMFDM
What's the story?
Sex On The Flag
Split and Glory
KMFDM
Can't Suck hard enough
Have a little more
You just love that stuff
KMFDM
KMFDM
KMFDM
KMFDM
Make your choice
Celebrate chaos
Get into the noise
Like everything else
It's completely inane
Profoundly profane
And it drives me insane
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07. Blame
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, Gunter Schulz
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Secrets insane
Halfway to paradise
Against every grain
Prayers burn a hole thru baby
Always the same
Walk-stalking nights like nothing leveled the same
It's always the same
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Before the secret died
Wake every brain
Three steps to heaven and you'll fall back again
Thru drilling holes for air
Now breathe in the blame
Sleepwalking nights are useless lives to be drained
It's always the same
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Before the secret died
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
Couldn't be denied
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08. Son Of A Gun
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Gunter Schulz, John Van Eaton
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Shockwave
Massive attack
Atomic blast
Son of a gun is back
Apocalypse now
Walls of flame
Billowing smoke
Who's to blame?
Forged from steel
Iron will
Shit for brains
Born to kill
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
Chaos, panic
No resistance
Detonations
In a distance
Apocalypse now
Walls of flame
Billowing smoke
Who's to blame?
Forged from steel
Iron will
Shit for brains
Born to kill
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
All are equal
No discrimination
Son of a gun
A simple equation
Son of a gun
The master of fate
Bows to no God
Kingdom or state
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
Watch out
Son of a gun
Superhero #1
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09. Ikons
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, F.M. Einheit, Gunter Schulz
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Lead base for the Holy Ghost
Inebriated leather host
A loaded, bladed, silent pain
Will nail you to the world again
The dead are implicated
Implied but never stated
Carve me out those other words to live by
To live by
Strychnine starts the bleeding dark
Metals aging, birth and mark
Shards of empty battle grey
Poisoned beasts are out to play
The dead are implicated
Implied but never stated
Carve me out those other words to live by
To live by
The dead are implicated
Implied but never stated
Carve me out those other words to live by
To live by
Yeah mine's sterilized as well
I never used it, can't you tell?
It's small enough to hide in your
Favorite ikon's mouth
A loaded, bladed, silent pain
Will nail you to the world again
The dead are implicated
Implied but never stated
Carve me out those other words to live by
To live by
The dead are implicated
Implied but never stated
The dead are implicated
Implied but never stated
Carve me out those other words to live by
To live by
Carve me out those other words to live by
To live by
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10. Wrath (plus hidden track)
Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Gunter Schulz, John Van Eaton, J.R. Blackmail
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Who's the artsy anarchist?
Who's the magic masochist?
Who's that piggish postulator?
Who's that anal agitator?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who the hell are you?
Do you love me?
Do you really love me?
Do you love me?
Do you really love me?
Who's the heinous plagiarist?
Who's the sexy Satanist?
Who's that manic masturbator?
Who's the cryptic constipator?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who the hell are you?
Do you love me?
I'm the salt in your wound
Do you really love me?
I'm the fist in your face
Do you love me?
I'm the thorn in your side
Do you really love me?
I'm the devil in disguise
Do you love me?
Do you really love me?
Do you love me?
Do you really love me?
I'm the devil in disguise
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who the hell are you?
I'm the salt in your wound
I'm the fist in your face
I'm the thorn in your side
I'm the devil, I'm the devil in disguise
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