Slovakia, Slovakia my home country. Slovakia, Slovakia where I was born. Slovakia, Slovakia manipulated country. Slovakia, Slovakia where the politics is shitty.
It's been ten long years since I smelled the witch.. I don't think she will ever go away.. Do you think that's her lurking over there?. In that shadow that has been cast by me?.
We are floating - Above the mountains.. Watching all the tiny people.. How they waste themselves away.. Obey themselves away.. . How willingly - They lay their love..
To sit, sit,sit. While the time is running slowly. To sit, sit,sit. And want to be at home. To sit, sit,sit. And to listen to bullshit. To sit, sit,sit.
When you're losing in your mind. When you want to find something. what will help you. Don't sit at home every day. Don't write on the facebook. all the time.
Packed up my stuff. Im on the road to fame. FPMG. They came. Got better I changed. I bet you still thinking the same. No pot to piss in. My rhymes got different.
Night of terror. Brutal Murder. Psycho killers. Endless Slaughter. Eviscerated. Throats will be slit. Cut, chopped and hacked. Stabbed in the back. Calls of terror.
Falling down fast. Body impacts. Smashes the ground. Shattering bones. Head cracks open. Brains are leaking. Inner organs. Explode within. Limbs are torn off.
Contamination. Slug mutation. Abnormal growth. Breaking through earth. . Oozing slime trails. Swarming mutants. Craving for flesh. Slow gruesome death.
Hopelessly you lie trapped. Broken and battered. Wounds open, bleeding. Ants start the feeding. Roaches are creeping. Buzzards are circling. Rabid dogs chewing.
Deserted house of morbid death. Chopped up bones and rotting flesh. All that enter will be killed. Cleaver splits your head in two. . Grinding up flesh.
Slaughter house of death and gore. Brains and blood lie on the floor. You enter and meet your death. Buddy's axe caves in your head. Cut off limbs and severed heads.
Deserted house of morbid death. Chopped up bones and rotting flesh. All that enter will be killed. Cleaver splits your head in two. . Grinding up flesh.
Knife tears through the flesh. Hatchet in the head. disembowelment. Violent blood splattered death. Bloodsoaked murder. Brutal Slaughter.
Razor cutting. Slicing the skin. Blood is spraying. Muscles ripping. . Cut the tendons. Veins are gushing. Sawing deeper. Skin is peeling. . Shredding the flesh.
Enter, House of horror. Murder, death and torture. Mansion of death, family secret. Morbid incest, insane bloodlust. Axe swings, limbs are chopped off.
Enter, House of horror. Murder, death and torture. Mansion of death, family secret. Morbid incest, insane bloodlust. Axe swings, limbs are chopped off.
Originally performed by Napalm Death. . In your mind. Nothing but fear. You can't face life. Or believe death's near. . A vision of life. On television screens.
Stay up for me. And well trade words about our youth. About our girls. . To keep us spinning with the world. . Stay up for me. And well compose and make a song.
Two of those with fins are swimming. Through the streets filled up with gin. With what they sipped they got back in gulps. . Post gallivanting town. They noticed water bearing rippled frowns.