[Instrumental]

A hymn for the isolated, a wake-up call for the conscience
A tear for the violated, an ear for the opposition
A smile for the crippled beggar, a little hope for the desperate
Justice for the innocent, a hand reachin' for the helpless
Guess this shall never be?uh-ah
Down in the streets, up in the flats
Isolation tought us being passive -
The level of nobody cares
'Bout someone dismembering his wife neighbours getting'
Used to that stuff - I don't - give a
Fuck the scenery, the happenings inside their cages
Fences?nothing but usual
Rage, murder at the 1st floor, cops in the basement
Selling confiscated 4 grams

Guess this shall never be?
The recently torn poor dude's blood decorating the pavement
I walk - nighttime - suicide;
Realize 3 guys out for a buck to make themselves a living;
Killing environtments -
Daddy's mistreatin' children, a 100 freaks rapin' women
Windows gettin' closed
We don't hear no
Cries for help from the streets deafened motherfuckers turning
Up their TV's?

Guess this shall never be?
Eye to eye, facing the disgusting daily rage,
No one able to deal with his own mistakes;
Searching - for a way to immortality,
Cages - gettin' built by your I - don't - give - a - fuck
?Mentality!

Suddenly you feel it, your senses gettin' torn;
Adrenalin shooting, arteries seem to boil,
Nervous, angry, staring through a red lense,
Interior gladiator's just slain your defense?

The root of all disgusting - the godfather of sin,
Meet me in the depths of mind
And let the game begin?
Assassinate your conscience - my turned apostate friend,
Incestuous brotherhood of souls,
Control me if you can?

The reborn me is threatening myself,
Can't reach for where the slaughter dwells,
My guts are frozen - my blood's like ice,
Interior gladiator spreading the cold inside?

We're mean enough to tell the truth
We're mad enough to fuck with you
Nothing's holy in business cruel
Nothing's sacred to us too!
Extreme enough to reach your minds?
Sure, this is kind of suicide
Nothing's holy in business cruel
Nothing's sacred to us too!

You're pretty smart, you're pretty cool
You know better than all of the fools
Got lots of fiends, opinion sucks
As long as they feed your butt with bucks
Strange thing, people lickin' your shoes
Play much better than others do?
Are you really objective, or just havin' a laugh?
It's a matter of taste - not a matter of cash

May we suck your dicks
Or kiss your asses?
No one needs success like that
Who do you think you are?
All of the guys are working hard
Sweat and tears, it took lots of time
All broke down when you wrote those lines
All that bullshit will never be missed
Fuck that business, let the music live!

Nothing is sacred
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is sacred?to us too!!!

Seconds, minutes, hours keep on passing by my desperate
Self - depressing black and white no touch of grey to
Paint my shell - no sequence to the synthetic smiles that
Reach my staring, empty eyes - half-asleep no motivation
To push me to activity?
None of the brighter days to come in time,
None of the brighter days to light my life?

The mirror shows the undead scheme of a fractured
Personality - silence and tranquillity the only friends
I have - no amount of drinks enough to reach the
Edge of happiness - none of my memories are worth enough
To fill my dreams?

Never more, never cry
Never laugh, never die
Never lucky, never sad
Never normal, never mad
Loneliness, abandonment

Decay of mind, desperation
Depressive boredom
Depressive life
Depressive me
Depressive time?

None of the brighter days to come in time,
None of the brighter days to light my life?

Yes I know, you aim to be as good as me - as rich as free:
But the shocking truth 'bout how living works
Is you'd better try to cancel your piteous birth:
Honestly spoken there'll be no kind of chance
To reach the lowest of the mid-class levels:
Life's in order, a most correct system where the scum's
Not to get better?

Superior being, superior life
I'm having a good time
I'm a lot better than your kind?
Superior being, the upper - class truth,
From the day of my birth I knew:
I'm a lot better than you?

Grease my walls, stare at the amazing fence
Parting ill weeds from exotic plants
Caught in my electric eye your dull faces
Make me laugh - again and again;
Can't you see the difference?
Can't you feel the gap? - it must be evident even
To the silliest pack;
Guess I'll lean back and have a cigar,
Glad you'll never get that far?

Su - pe - ri - or
I'm a lot better than you

Got a female caddy once a week
A member - card to reach the 18th green;
Got an amazingly huge swimming pool -
My famous orgies break all the rules;
Got companies in Arabia, dead friends in Romania -
Got nasty pictures of coloured whores,
Brought 'em from South-Africa?

You'll never reach me,
You'll never climb the stairs
Up to me, up to Eden,
Up, up to superior being?

Don't tell Nancy what I know 'bout Ronnie
Once we shared the same horny bunny
Paul Mc Cartney owes me some
Lizzy's doin' what I want
I know George, I know Maggie
I knew rock, the bloody faggie
Know Kashoggi, know Ghaddafi
Know the whole damn Likud-party?

Yes?I'm back to my requested culture,
May I leave today?
My hands can't remember the touch of blood anymore
Of having scored against creation,
Of a pulse never to pound again, the sound of requiem?

Dear Mr. Sinister,
Let's start the screaming?please
Mr. Violent Nature,
Give me a clue to untie my sleeves,
Dear Mr. Prejudice,
Is there no one to hate for me?...please
Mr. Oh So Wicked
Amity's asleep - anger's got to be freed?

The memory of fear in the abandoned's eyes
Already left my forced-to-be-friendly mind
All of suspense has left my oh-so-lonely self?

Yes?I'm back to my requested culture,
May I leave today?
Sure the headlines miss me
My talent to invent the most disgusting cruelties
All of 'em remember
My perfect seizure technique?

I've got the beat,
I've got the booze,
There's no one doin' the limbshake
As fucked up as I do,
My way of jerkin' round is kind of unique in town
But what I'm really proud of is my
Unmolested top 10 - breakdown?

Do the pavement tango,
The heroin pogo,
Do the needle mambo,
Everybody in the whole damn ghetto,
Do the pavement tango,
The heroin pogo,
Do the needle mambo?

Sister sells her pussy
To afford herself a trip,
Around the clock on duty,
She won't find a plug to fit,
Casual urge to defecate,
Pretty under control,
Itching heels, tattering hips
Waitin' for gettin' balled?

The empty page in front of me is strangling my nerves,
The pencil I'm chewing, won't write by itself
40 cigarettes further, my lungs just start to whistle,
This got to be done, I'm out of time,
But my mind is still on strike

This song's 'bout nothin'
I had no idea?
So this one's called the "Nothing Song"
Never again I'll do so wrong?
Hey hey
I somehow filled the lines
It was done in time
A last-minute score,
Don't you be mopin' no more!
I've got it!
Uh?I somehow like it

The others called me lazy,
I guess they're somehow right,
But sometimes it is really hard to create a simple rhyme,
Sure all this sounds stupid,
And a little bit senseless,
But now that I'm tired and nearly drunk
I'll better go to bed?

Bullshit!

In the last days of all those walls we built
Now covered with some most unusual mask?
Apocalyptic dreams and fears we kept
Yield to a wicked smile we somehow spared?

He came to shake our hands when the iron curtain fell,
Somehow transformed his policy, turned around so suddenly,
The words of trust and friendship told with an eye on
Economic progress - there'll never be no brotherhood
With the ones I've learned to hate so much

Still waiting at the borders never definite,
No one's gonna dare to face the face,
Laughing at you forgot
How to recognize a communist pig?
The term "crisis" still in my head,
Psychotic shapes of present threats,
Misfortunate appeasement's evident,
NME's ideology's not dead yet!

I'm up to his tricks - NME will never fool me,
My x-ray eyes shine through his head,
Unveiling the tactics of the red pack,
Terminating Stalinism let's expurgitate that system,
There'll never be no brotherhood with the ones I've
Learned to hate so much?

NME will never leave me, NME will never die,
Never trust no eastern brother, never trust no soviet tribe,
NME prepared to kill me, NME right in my back,
NME beyond the border out to kick my western ass,
NME is hunting me with stars that glow as red as blood,
Symbols of the reign of evil, murderers that know no god,
NME is always ready, NME won't hesitate,
Now I'll better hold my breath 'cause war is just a shot away?

NMENMENMENMENME?