Holy Path
(Strophe 1)
I’m bored of waiting for your holy voice
don’t care what you might say.
There might have been another choice
but I tried to walk your way.
(Ref. 1)
You spit on me when I pray to you.
Won’t you be a better friend?
Your crippled creatures told me what to do.
I did it in a wrong way.
(Strophe 2)
Than I praised the lord of hell.
I f***** a thousand b******.
But even Lucifer couldn’t tell
why we’ve burnt all witches.
(Ref. 2)
I don’t hate god, but I can’t believe
His power gave you might.
Just one word before I leave:
Where is your promised light?
Thank You
(Strophe 1)
Shaking hands with all the devils while I start my secret bombs.
Another war to keep the peace, another broken hope for free.
Black suitcases filled with money I collected from the poor.
They don’t need it anymore when they die in holy wars.
(Ref.)
Thank you for electing me.
I cannot believe you trust in me.
Thank you for electing me.
I’m the one who will last.
(Strophe 2)
Returning home to beat my children. On other days I rape my wife.
Little secrets to hide. I’m so cold inside.
With a smile I tell you lies. My intentions can’t be true.
And I lead you to the graves I digged for you.
(Ref.)
Thank you ...
(Bridge)
Protected from truth.
I keep the lie alive.
The king of all you fools.
My wishes will come true.
Follow me like rats.
Bread for the dead.
Thinking causes weakness.
You simply must obey
(Ref.)
Thank you ...
Ordinary Freaks
(Strophe 1)
Wake me before I get older.
This world we live in gets colder.
Each day a freaky little soldier
cut off the arms that were made to hold ya.
Repeat the prayers they preach you.
Believe in all lies they teach you.
Kneel down to welcome your master
who leads you into your final desaster.
(Ref.)
This life is killing you.
Ordinary freaks we are.
This life is killing you.
(Strophe 2)
Composers of the great war songs.
No one will know that we’re all wrong.
We sing and dance while we are dying
and we ignore the mother who’s crying.
We await the ultimate stranger
who tells us that we live in danger.
A new messiah comes crawling
and while we burn him we deny his calling.
(Ref.)
This life is killing you ...
(Strophe 3)
My mind is free and I’m thinking.
It hurts. It’s time to start drinking.
I’m bored awaiting the sun
afraid I must die to have some fun.
The people are starving for hunger.
The old ones try to get younger.
Paradox lifestyles - a world bizarre.
Ordinary freaks - we’ve gone too far.
(Ref.)
This life is killing you ...
Black River
(Strophe 1)
Life giver
I shiver.
You call me -
black river.
I’m killing
this thrilling
sweet thing - bloodstrings - amazing dead thing.
You please me
forgive me.
Can’t stop now
to free me.
This poor one -
unborn son.
Bloodshed - born dead - amazing hatred.
(Ref.)
You
believe in me
you can’t forsee
the fate that’s meant for you.
You
belong to me.
Do you feel free?
That’s what you’re living for.
(Strophe 2)
Less wisdom,
no freedom.
This world is
my kingdom
You fear me.
Now fear me.
Messiah - liar - cleaning fire.
Cold hearted.
I start it.
Next world war -
lets start it.
Believe this,
hypnosis.
Praise me - face me - god is crazy.
(Ref.)
You ...
A Pocket Full Of Nothing
(Strophe 1)
See her right on her way,
longing for sunny days.
Smiling at the singing birds.
Digging nightmares in the dirt.
All those sweet lullabys
dry all tears in her eyes.
Looking at the peaceful dove.
Searching for a higher love.
(Strophe 2)
Nevermind the pain inside,
coming to her every night.
Building castles in the sky.
She ignores life passes by.
See the sweet and crazy girl
dancing on top of the world.
Her mind is million miles away,
longing for a better day.
(Ref.)
She rides the stars
so high above.
She carries the wind.
A pocket full of nothing.
This lonelyness never ends.
(Strophe 3)
See her flying far away,
dying on a rainy day.
Selfish lies she can’t ignore
so she opened that sealed door.
Let her stay with the insane.
Reality is just a game.
Lost inside her wonderland.
Believe, there’ll be no happy-end.
(Ref.)
She rides ...
Saint
(Strophe 1)
There’s one good reason to trust in me:
I see things that you can’t see.
Our Lord’s voice speaks right to me.
And in fact: He speaks through me.
(Strophe 2)
I make you wish to kiss my feet.
Another sinner I see – indeed.
Whip your back untill it bleeds.
Spend your money right on me.
(Ref. 1)
All your sins I will absorb.
All your sins I will absorb.
Step aside. Here comes the Lord.
All your sins I will absorb.
(Ref. 2)
Praise me now. Down on your knees.
Praise me now. Down on your knees.
I’ll take away all bad disease.
Praise me now. Down on your knees.
(Strophe 3)
I hold the key to paradise.
Clean your soul after your demise.
I never need any --- disguise.
I squeeze your brains like little mice.
(Strophe 2 - REPEAT)
I make you wish ...
(Ref. 1)
All your sins ...
(Ref. 2)
Praise me now ...
