KMFDM - Xtort lyrics
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 |