Passing the slotmachine on his way to work
The digital voice dares him to try his luck
Each morning it is just the same
Voices tell him: play your game
Every morning he will play,
But today it was his day
In the slot he drops a dime
Holy joker. Luck this time

Sudden pain in each limb
Unknown powers crushing him
Bones are cracking, you can hear
His face shows sorrow and fear
The torture has no mercy and no end
His body shivers of excitement
Muscles melting, come apart
To the rythm of his heart

He implodes into himself
His guts are splattered on the shelve
Arms and legs just disappear and
There's no more real body here
The eyes pop out, run down his face
This being is human disgrace
Broken bones and bubbling skin
Become a human slotmachine

Digital voice
Leaves him no choice
Even lost his name
Just to play a game
It'll never be the same
Play your game
Play your game

Agonizing screams tear the silence
Anguishly shrieking animals
Get suspended from their feet
Blood gushes down the glossy hooks

Distorted by pain and in fear of death
Bodies crash together
With every move the glossy hooks
Rip the bones and the sinews more apart

The man with the blood spilled plastic aprone
Cuts all animals' veins
With every heartbeat more blood flows
Bodies struggle into a paddle of spittle
The belt of death works every day
And thousands start the journey today
To land fresh on your dishes,
Mangled on their smear calves
The drove moves like a crusade to the decapitator
Tortured in fear and pain

The dripping creatures scream for the last time
But that disturbs no one anymore
The head gets detached, the innards dismembered
Then they are washed and shaved

Clean but decapitated they are now to loose their skin
The wraps come to present deep red and gleaming
The veins, sinews and muscles are wrenched out
Now, everyone can see that it has to be first class quality

Lifeless and cold the wraps soar
To the endprocessing
The fresh meat will be sawn and hacked
Then at least, really good packed

To supply this excellent meat,
They raise thousands of years breed
They are intelligent enough to provide themselves,
To fight against disease and build concrete cages

One day the time will come
When they are ripe for the bloody abattoirs
Because they breed themselves to be slaughtered
And to end as a homo sapiens burger...

Late at night, can't fall asleep,
Stand up and turn the TV on
You see the war, it's all live,
All the killing live on screen

After an hour, of all that stuff
You go to bed coz' you've had enough
The morning after, you buy the paper,
And some books about the war

It's great to give everyone such precise information
It's cool to hear the news in the middle of the night
News of cruelness, insane bombers and soldiers going to fight

During breakfast,
Ain't it sweet
Your children count dead bodies while the eat
The headline says, an average man,
Raped a girl, just six years old
At the hospital, the same day

The little girl just dies away
It's great to give everyone such precise information
Ain't it cruel, when a young girl gets fucked to death?
And everyone can share the action, the next day on television

The best thing, that you can do,
Is to invade and sell private affairs,
But someday, and that's true
The mediaspectacel will get back to you
When reporters, ring at your bell
Your ass will already be going to hell

Majestic arise the sun behind the top
And dew peri down the leaf
The forest awake, some animals shriek
Some take a sleep, but then...

The scream of a chainsaw destroys the idyll
Defaced green dressed creatures without a will
Stagger dripping the tropical forest down

Don't you hear them scream
As they drop up into little pieces
Don't you hear them pray for dead
As they slowly fall and die.

Sadistic pigs search for new victims
Slowly they saw through the strong wood
Bestial screams follow the cut
And later get all limbs detached

White viscous blood flow down dead bodies
Do you see what we have destroyed?
They clear the whole forest in a real short time
But we all need it to breath and breath is life

Don't you hear them scream
As they drop up into...

You don't feel it first
But suddenly there's a need
An urge, creeping up on you
Longing to be satisfied, now

You know exactly what you want
You check every corner of your room
And there you see it
The one thing that you need
You reach out and touch...

You made it up in smoke
You found, what you wanted
It blows your mind,
Up In smoke

Satisfied, you're kicking back
Your spirit floates away
Into unseen dimension
Your body could never reach

There are movies that shows you heads turn into spiders
Or bodies that mutate into different strange beings

We don't like horrormovies
That use animals for the pleasure of blood
Tortured or killed

They are the heroes of the movie
They help us forget the daily stress
Watch the movies, the art of a generation
That's learned to live with the blood

We watch the news and see pictures of the cruel mankind
We're shoked too as we see them run each other through
Brutally and merciless,
But it's real and not some kind of effects

People that can't tell real violence from the art of FX's
Should keep their noses out of that kind of business
Watch other movies, 'cause nobodys forcing them

Contended the slimy director sit in his chair
With the big cigar and a fat belly
He takes a view of the force
Without going out of his office

He has all he wanted: car, business and success
Only friends and real love is what he misses
Every worker smiles really friendly
When he comes through the door
Because they really kiss his ass for all the
Money which he has got

Really happy pounchy pig
Really happy bigwig bastard
Nice cool dress, fat and rich
But you don't understand that all is wrong

Like a brainwave it has come
Down to africa now he's gone
He is down there and now he catches
The first black girl that he can touch

Flying back to marry her
Do you think it's a great pair?
Proud is he, that little bug
To pose by his friends with the black dug

But the sun and the ozon dispatch her right into the bones
After a short sickness she dies in his hands
Now she is dead, but what does it matter
He flys back to buy someone better

The alarm clock rings
Time to make a stand
See what the day brings
For our two faced man
Breakfast with the family
Scrambled eggs and a cup of tea

He's well known at his working place
His boss just loves his smiling face
At five o'clock erveryone goes
What he does, nobody knows

Killing and raping is his game
Nobody knows his real name
Try to catch him, if you can
We just call him the two faced man

He thinks it's nice
If he can slice
A young girls meat
Into pieces nice and neat

To put an end to this disgrace
He held a barrel to his face
He blew a bullet through his head
Just to make sure, he was dead

Killing and raping was his game
No one knew his real name
The ghost of death caught up with him
The two faced man could never win

Did you want it, that way or is that
How it's got to be
Thrown against the wall shattered
Do you wanna see me drag myself along
Or is that finally enough for you

What else could you expect from me
Ilm not the future and fortune
I can't offer you a golden castle
You got all that I can give

Exit I quit

I don't want it no more
I can't do it no more
Why doesn't that ever stop
Torment without an end

Exit I quit

Can't you see, I can't go on
I quit running
With tears in my eyes, scared
And totally down and out

3 pm, you're at work
You sit there, nothing to do
Bored to death, it's killing you
TV is the password, yeah

4 pm, you sweat all over
Your body shake all over
Feel you're gonna throw up
TV is the password, yeah

This is TV callinq I'm your master
This is TV calling I'm your life
This is TV calling I'm your blood
This is TV calling I'm your soul

5 o'clock, the torture is over
Off work, running back home
You see the pictures in your mind
You're addicted to black and white

This is TV calling...

Now, it's 6 o'clock, you're satisfied
Got yourself the latest movie
Don't care about wife and children
Totally unimportant, anyway


Why don't you watch horror-movies,
That's high-culture-education
Your kids could learn something
And your wife would get so wet

This is TV calling...

Kirsty awakes, with a tale to tell
But nobody listen in Doc. Channards hospital
Until the police come up with a duet of bodies
And a matrasse soaked in gore from hell
Now the Doctor has his appetite whet
And resurrects old Julia back from the dead

But this corpse lacks human matter
So she has to kill for the substance of life
But Doc. Channard wants things to get going
He gets Kirsty to salve the mistery of the cube
She manages to clear the way, to open the gate
And call the servants of lust and hate

Here come the cenobites crashing,
Thrnugh the bounderies of death
But they feel that the one that calls
Is not the one that desires
The knowledge of the flesh
Julia shows Channard the secrets
Shows him Leviathan. Lord of the Labyrinths
To then trow the Doc. into the gulfs

We have such sights to show you
We have eternity to know your flesh

Kirsty now searches for her father in hell
And find oncle Frank sworn with revenge
But Julia has a bone pick with her lover Frank
So she picks his heart right out his trunk
Kirsty decides, enough is enough
And eleminates Julia, shit, isn't life tough?
Meantime, the Doctor has risen from his curse
He searches the one who has put him there
He's really pissed off, so you better take care

At this point, everybody gets heavily cross
The Pinhead now wants Kirsty to meet her fate
But she has a picture when he still was human
He remembers, but now it's too late
Because Doctor Channard wants his life
He challenges the Bytes to the final battle
And slaughters them, no mercy, only splatter

Tiffany and Kirsty snatch the cube
And crawl for their lives
But the Doctor is quicker and longs for their flesh
Maybe a bit to eager, because he really fucks up
With gigantic strength he tears himself apart
The two kids flee with the aid of the cube
Back to reality, just before the tear folds up

You summon... they come
Pinhead and Butterball
The Chatterer and the female one