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Down here on the ground
since it all began. Experiment in moral and behavior. In spite of all imperfection, I'm a fan of man. The worm is my rose too. Many my name but one and the same chaos, being and the everlasting flame Phosphoros, Lucifer Stand up! In praise of the morning star! Phosphoros, Lucifer Say it! Chief rebel angel! Phosphoros, Lucifer Stand up! In praise of the morning star! Don't get too cocky, keep yourself small. Don't ever let them see you coming. Look at me, underestimated from day one. You never see me coming, I'm a surprise. Solid my game, we're one and the same. The chaos, the being, and the everlasting flame! Phosphoros, Lucifer Stand up! In praise of the morning star! Phosphoros, Lucifer Say it! Chief rebel angel! Phosphoros, Lucifer Stand up! In praise of the morning star! Watching, waiting Holding my breath, but I'm no puppeteer The stage is set, you pull your own strings now. Like butterfly wings, once they're touched, they never leave the ground. No, I don't make things happen here! Phosphoros, Lucifer Stand up! In praise of the morning star! Phosphoros, Lucifer Say it! Chief rebel angel! Phosphoros, Lucifer Stand up! In praise of the morning star! Phosphoros, Lucifer Say my name! Phosphoros, Lucifer Say my name! Phosphoros, Lucifer Say my name! |
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God is waiting, always hating
Endlessly Loss of life means nothing now That everything is free Never in your wildest dreams could you anticipate this loss impotent redeemer hanging helpless on the cross I for an eye, tooth for a truth Pain in kind Try to see things straight The hate has made you blind Inbred soul cries out in anguish Nightmare ended, life surrended Spent a lifetime shooting up But still they drag you down Deliberate infliction From a whiter shade of brown I for an eye, tooth for a truth Spinal staircase Comprehension sets in violent embrace I for an eye, tooth for a truth Pain in kind Manic, Always searching what you'll never find (You're blind) |
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Listen,
no-one knows. True evil never shows. You cannot see its face. True evil travels without trace. No, it never dies. Always on the rise. Evil this good need no disguise. Shit-caked. Moral slide. Soul-sized token entry side. No, it never dies. A modern hell is an enterprise. At the head of all tables, bringer of light. Here I am. I'm your man. I will kill you if I must, I will help you if I can. I'm your man. At the head of all tables, bringer of light. Here I am. I'm your man. I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can. It's a cosmic gag reel, life turning on itself. Cathedral-sized egos, empty top shelves. The rules are set in opposition. It's the goof of all times. Schoolgirls selling sex at intermission. It's ok, it's not a crime. I give you pleasure, fulfill every need. I take the bricks out of the briefcase. I set this whole thing free. I am your man. At the head of all tables, bringer of light. Here I am. I'm your man. I will kill you if I must, I will help you if I can. I'm your man. At the head of all tables, bringer of light. Here I am. I'm your man. I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can. |
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Uncivilize,
destroy our youth. There's no end of this shocking truth. Reinforcements of postponed sell outs. We're all starving and full of doubts. No, no ground of truth. No, no foundations. What's this coming to? Hail, hail the devestation. Is it the truth or your image that makes your life worth living? You're in love with a dream of an image not given. Take out their palace and burn their flags. You're all dying in your dress rehearsal rags. Reinforcements, we're more than less. An auto-pilot. Ensemble of the restless! No, no ground of truth. No, no foundations. What's this coming to? Hail, hail the devestation. Is it the truth or your image that makes your life worth living? You're in love with a dream of an image not given. They don't like us around here. They hate us everywhere. We'll deny nothing. We hate eachother Openly! |
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Selling sin is easy
Tainted empty v Your eyes are heavy by the things you see An uncontrolled addiction You're all hooked up A lost generation that's all corrupt Why don't you know that you're all being sold Chased out of heaven Down into the hole You don't know Life it ain't that easy Living on your knees Your eyes been blinded Doing everything to please Empty V religion Requires no response It makes up your opinion more than once Are you really for sale? you have not yet failed Why don't you know that you're all being sold Chased out of heaven Down into the hole You don't know Charismatic Selflessness Fall out of your role You don't know Check out your colors In your feeding frenzy soul All hooked up Drifting out of focus In and out of control All corrupt Check from Heaven Now feeding the hole No response Are you really for sale You have not yet failed Charismatic Selflessness Fall out of your role You don't know Check out your colors In your feeding frenzy soul All corrupt Drifting out of focus In and out of control No response Check from heaven Now feeding the hole Copy Imitate Mechanical No heart Fall in Don't stand out Machinery Sell-out |
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Young man, atheist
There's someone there You can't see in lights Young man, Naturalist Your eyes are heavy From sleepless nights Feed the conflict into your head Young man, atlas There are places Without ground of reality Young man nihilist Dematerialize The prediction of insanity Just feed the conflict into your head Freedom is just a state of mind Asleep with dead eyes open Affraid to put the words onto paper Affraid of the gates About to crack open Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru Are you north or south bound? It's all up to you It's so up to you Just feed the conflict into your head Freedom is just a state of mind Asleep with dead eyes open Affraid to put the words onto paper Affraid of the gates About to crack open Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru Are you north or south bound? It's all up to you It's so up to you |
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Take out the failures
Erase the existence Break down the values Break down the system No, can't co-exist It's year one now No, can't co-exist It's year one now Sadistic solutions to mankind's abortion Wipe out the traces of historic creations No, can't co-exist It's year one now No, can't co-exist It's year one now Die die die die Kill kill kill kill Die die die die Kill kill kill kill |
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This is my opinion
These are my demands It is my new face It's where I stand This is not a lecture to increase your wealth And it's not a permit to only think for yourself I'd like to see you corrected I'd like to see you destroyed What is not believd in I'm glad to be of use What is not in need for Still a bit obtuse My independence is my dependence It's my only option It's all that makes sense Your basic standards The thorn in your side The technology that you're imprisoned by I'd like to see you corrected I'd like to see you destroyed What is not believd in I'm glad to be of use What is not in need for Still a bit obtuse What is not believed in In these fractured skulls What is not in need for Of these poor old gulls |
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Greed
It's really no mystery Where these people come from is so fucking plain to see They fist-fuck the planet and smile And lick their fingers clean Hey You're better than all the rest You're god's special creature Intelligence at it's best You fist-suck the planet in style And lick your fingers clean But now you wake up in a pile of shit Gone is the dream (Chorus:) And you scream but there's no-one there You got to pay your own fare Your dick is sore and you're all alone Hurts like hell when it hits home Now, listen Prepare to suck cock in hell It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell You fist-fucked the planet and smiled And licked your fingers clean As gods come and go You did not make the winning team (chorus) You're god's special little creature |
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Born and predicted
to always be wrong. The same old bullshit, the same old song. Familiar patterns, familiar hosts. The city's crowded with the sideshow ghosts. The city of refugees they're all in fatigue You're all bullshit of the same old league Familiar patterns familiar hosts, The city's crowded with the sideshow ghosts. City of ghost! |
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I am the machine
I am the insect I am the one you least suspect I am the cancer in your soul Better treat me with respect The moment you saw me you knew you were in shit You hate me all the time you can And your tomorrow is gonna be a drag Go on and scream while you still can Cuz you're about to die Die, you know it You're about to die, die I'm the unbalance I'm the terror In your made up atmosphere I'm the disturbance of the universe Your constant living fear You're about to die Die, you're about to die I am and I shall be to the end Can you spend your life like this? You're crying like a woman When you're about to die die, just fucking die |
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Me and myself
We're not one of you We have an alibi to always get thru Me and myself My mentor and guide You're my tormentor Always by my side Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward, downward Instrument evil mental twin Me and myself We're king, yeah, we're kong We will let you down When you're weak we are strong Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward, downward Infernal evil mental twin Me and myself We do what we claim We mean what we say Only shreds will remain |
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