A rotting contest
This age and day
Hordes of filth
Stumbling towards decay
Livingroom-squatting
Praise the cliche
No reason in sight
To live another day

The showers of hell
Keep hunting us down
Drink to exist
Wearing the dirty-mans crown

Reliving the 80's in the mind,
Suck in the stink
Patchwork-paranoid cadavres,
Hung over the wall of fate
The showers of hell keep hunting us down,
I'd rather stink than fuck
We're on the roll,
Be prepared for the wind of stench

Every day inhaling the shit we're given
No brain, no will to decline
Dedicating every second of life
To brainless consumption
Every creature on earth
A product of our perverted standard of living
Every disgracefull step programmed
Nothing's random

This insanity nauseates me

Bordeless apathy covers
Our wretched lives
Seeking for never arriving help
From invisible saviors
Killing each other
Driven by greed
My indescribable despair
Has a face called mankind

I see the dawning sun
Revailing this planet earth
With all its man-made structures
Built from filth and dirt
I see the grinning faces
A laughter made of steel
Piss running down the chins
Souls traded for deviant greed

Ridiculous hope
Hope for what?
Moribund scum
The fate is sealed

I see the inevitable ending
A black fog of ruin
No fucking prayer can stop
The marching warriors of tomb
I hear desperate squealing
Not a sign of guilt
Relentless years of murder
Now choke on your own filth

Ridiculous whimper
You're at fault
Smell the decease
The fate is sealed

Numbness strikes
Covered in bottled apathy
Silence aches
Like flesh cut to the bone
Wrapped in sorrow
Scar tissue in my mind
Morbid thoughts
Of brining myself to fall

And I keep on falling
Into the void

Lost the will
To fight this wretched place
One moment of hope
A glance of better times
All walls cave in
Vision turns pitch black
One last breath
And off into the void

Fullfilling all expectations
Gasping for social acceptance

Swallow and follow
This narrow-minded force

Fullfilling all expectations

High-heels, low-fat, botox
To get the job
All priotities set
On the outward appearance
A restless tramp
On the way to recognition
The price been paid
Is nothing less than resignation

Face the fucking the facts

Another layer of paint
Is the least
Yet the reflection glances back at you
Through a stangers eyes
Those new pair of tits
Are worthless without a million dollar car
Finding yourself caught
In a cycle of compulsion? - Priceless

Present day in the place of burning pain
The firelord lays himself to rest
Sitting on his throne, overlooking his realm
Not knowing whats about to infest
The holy child has arrived from up above
Making sure that no one's in sight
Betraying his script of perversion
Satan himself gets fucked from behind

Sacred hell

Trusted men step up to the altars
Concealing this ever took place
Taking the bruden from the masses
And pissing them right in the face
Cursing all unholy souls
And watching the believers die
Babtising infants in puke
As the priest rapes another child

Centuries ago
Spreading terror
In a land that isnt yours
Restraining those
Who's skin colour don't conform
A pile of southern cowboy fucks

White supremacy?
Blood and soil?
Racial mentality?
To the gallows!

Redneck execution

Centuries later
Same old shit
Ignorance is at its best
A plague of wretched fucking primates
Run, hide in a ditch
You're going down