Tracks

01. Power
02. Apathy
03. Rules
04. Craze
05. Dogma
06. Inane
07. Blame
08. Son Of A Gun
09. Ikons
10. Wrath (plus hidden track)



01. Power

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Gunter Schulz
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


02. Apathy

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Mark Durante, Gunter Schulz
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


03. Rules

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, Mark Durante Gunter Schulz
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


04. Craze

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, Gunter Schulz
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


05. Dogma

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Nicole Blackman, F.M. Einheit, and Gunter Schulz
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


06. Inane

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Mark Durante, Gunter Schulz
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


07. Blame

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, Gunter Schulz
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


08. Son Of A Gun

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Gunter Schulz, John Van Eaton
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


09. Ikons

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Chris Connelly, F.M. Einheit, Gunter Schulz
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


10. Wrath (plus hidden track)

Music & lyrics by Sascha Konietzko, Gunter Schulz, John Van Eaton, J.R. Blackmail
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