We all take a turn,. Matt Jacobson blows a peanut..
This song's to commemorate. My glorious return to feeling like shit. . So fuck you, beautiful, fuck you, sexy. What are you so fucking happy about?. Fuck off.
We can cut enemy communications. And cook internal organs. It feels like Jesus Christ. Is touching my heart.
You refuse to accept,. ten millions of dead,. 'cause your freaky fascist regime,. isn't really that fucking clean,. Twisting history for their cause. You say it's a lie,.
You and me unite - NOW. We're not gonna fight - NO. Stick together right - NOW. Cooperate and unite - NOW.
Grinding & mincing & cutting you legs. Do not think that I'll fall for your regrets. Because of radiation, I can read your thoughts. And now I can see thru your hypocrisy.
You watch the horrors on the screen,. Still you refuse to fucking see,. Famine strikes the third world child. While eating burger, you don't,. The soja needed to save its life,.
Life seen through the eyes of an agarchrist. So cold. So blind. So naieve. The truth beyond, will not be found. Deceiving masks, that's what's all around.
Religious fanatics brainwashed scum. Manipulated children turned into bombs. Suicide commandos for what cause?. 'coz thy kingdom will not come!.
Religious fanatics brainwashed scum. Manipulated children turned into bombs. Suicide commandos for what cause?. 'coz thy kingdom will not come!.
When I see all these play-boys today,. I want to throw them away,. When I see all these play-girls today,. I want to throw them away.. . AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHH,.
You are struggling with intense revolt. A thoughtless mind, but not too bold. I wonder where you left yer pride. To play yer music fuckin' loud. . You were just a fashion pig.
Considering life is just a play. Where we all are the actors. Where there's no individual equality. Just the abused and the abusers. . A division of these actors.
This philosophical topic - is really difficult to explain. It's about the fucking truth - we all are searching, but in vain. All we feel, all we think - It's all subjective.
The tree stands along. Hidden, but still strong. Carrying all the leafs. For us to pick, for them to leave. . Then, wind comes and blows. The leafs fall and go.
why divisions between movements. who are fighting for the same change. divide and conquer, is the game. the way the capitalists are playing the game. we should stick, stick together.
It was August '87. And the butchers were working. In the bloody slaughterhouse. They killed so many animals. To satisfy your lusts. Some vegans want revenge.
what the fuck do you want from me?. what the fuck is there to see?. don't pin your stereotypes upon me. 'cause you'll never, never know me. people judge me because of my looks.