you with granide
Feed you with cyanide
All you sporty jumpers- bung- rope- cokey- snorters
Better beware - I bleach your wrap!
We slash your tyres, jeepyuppy drivers
Snow- borders- we call the avalanche
Jetty- skiers come hit the rocks
(what is bad?)
hey! Killer patrol!
In our hatemobiles
With killer- petrol
In our hatemobiles!


Metallized Kids

Ice-camp 2000
½-civilized madcops
Teach the world to sink
Smash their pc-neck-extension
With robot-virus-anastasia
And rollercoaster militia
Against our hearts and clearclean souls
Humachinery rules
While we drown our hate
In pools of lethargic foolish water
Hey! Kids you metallized brainers
Think-containers
Let’s hang our anger-flag high!
Defend ourselves against
A nouveau-bunker-mythology!
We serve the robots of a devil
Who build desastrous working ghettos
With machines from hell
Get down and up and fight
The only way is back - now fly!
Every decision is a cut of a right
Time to win a non-beloved fight
Hey! Hang it high!


Jesus Killing Machine

Jesus Christ-army returns
In a giant slot machinery
Sends an ugly mission from heaven
Down like an a science-fiction-film
Full of crippled scenes
The galaxy it bleeds...
Falsified and sliced by cruelty
The world dominated recklessly
“Jesus Christ kills happily
he’s got the right if you ask me!”
...to clear away the false
Yes! Killing machine terminator
Double o’seven
The majesty of no dynasty
Kills all the cosmic idiots
Sucks and scraps the dirt and scum
The arch of Noah mark two!
Thanks Jesus
Hope they get what they deserve!


Born Bad and Sliced!

Violent baby, ruthless pig
Rubenesque monster
Eternal beyondster hipster, I am
Breed of the bad
Hipster-monster born bad, I was
And my mother was not sad
When she said
This one’s born bad
Bad! Born bad and sliced!
All my bringing up
And growing tall
Was verging on the ridiculous
In a setting close to nought
And under the Christmas-tree
I ended up as decoration
My heart was sliced
My home is in pieces
Now I’m always cruel
And never fair
Ruthless pig and sliced to pieces
My heart relieved
And shivered in circles
A self-pity mankind I am
Makes my energy high
It will smash you to pieces
Born bad


Albert is a Headbanger

He bangs his head against the wall
He bangs his head against the law

He stops talking anymore
He stops smoking anymore

Albert is a headbanger
Albert is a fatbanger

He bangs his head against himself
He bangs his head against them all

He stops laughing anymore
He stops working anymore

Albert is a headbanger
Albert is a fatbanger


Hellatio

This is. Just: no-no’s
An important messages
On the door
To my dressing room
To my heart. Soul. Myself
To my castle. My world
It reads:
Mr. Devil rings the bell
Not with me!
Go die in hell
(Hellatio. Shut up. Act)


Death Don't Dance With Me

Death don’t dance with me
No! Look me straight into my eyes
Hit and shoot me right into my heart
Don’t play chess - I’m bad in it
Kill the king straight by your heart
Don’t play a-round in tactical-circles
Hate me warm and clean + fair
Death don’t dance with me
You love me once
I’d love you twice
Death: (fair enough friend, but die on!)
What attracts you is my faible for you
What attracts me is your endless power
And I love your charming ugliness
You have the right to kill me
I have the right for ignoration
Death don’t dance with me


Art Groupie

Speeds it. Plays it. Feels it. Sucks it.
Exhibi-destro-maso-flesho
Weirdo-mother-fucko
Art-maestro. Paintro
Jean Paul Sadre sad-istico
He bleeds!
Highlight in party-night
Art-groupie-art-decor-flash
Paint yourself!
And the art-groupie screams:
Art burns!
Wankers in wax
Fixed and fucked
Fists and fights on canvas-beds
Pearljeweled handmade in
Silicon dreamer’s paint
Soft-white-ejaculation
Paints + bleeds in pinky fuzz
De-serves a life
Fists...and sliced in oily blades
Art-groupie screams and bleeds


Blood Surfer City

Few years from now
A man in black
Had god’s serial no. 2205
Was a perfect creation
Had a little thing/ about surfers
Deeply in hate/ with posers + surfers
At beach of Venice
In land of beautiful lies
In this bloody city
Did not like/ our surfer’s pretty
Role in play of his life
Seemed to be termination
Of a sonic surfer nation
Man in black sang:
Blood surfer city-
Bloody surfer city
Designed armour in black
Another pity
Came by touch of water
Muting into killer shark
First surfers went to heaven
Week later eleven
Lost in space/ in poser’s race
Only some brave surfidiots
Swinging their positive power
In waves, passing every hour
Canvas of Venice painted in red
Camouflage called
Energy in/ bazooka’d him to pieces
Which were shown to drooling public
Sharkman gave a final smile
When puzzling back died in peace
God gave him nobel-
And George-Cross medal. Sonic star


Voodoocult

The world is a strangler
Life is the strang
Time is the judge
The hangman is death
So. Suck life, evil!
It’s though and sleazy. Never easy
If there’s romance it’s noisy and sleazy
If there’s love it’s never easy
Make it happen before it eats you
(make me happen)
Suck life, evil, then now and ever
(never stop me, never)
Voodoocult: suck life, evil...
(when I go to sleep
Voodoo me, eat me,
Paint my moments, hold me
Use the silence, look at me
Shine and kiss me scratch me
Hit me, scream me...
Hold me)
Render good for evil
Evil the bad
(evil me badly)
Hold me


Bitchery Bay

here where the bitches grow on trees
this is where the world was built
baran muenchhausen in rubenesque castles
ordinary beauties of rubenesque architecture
welcome to paradise bay
this is bitchery bay - bitchery bay!

skinny sweettolate babies
lying on piles of princes of
I enter the black forest
my seeds dance with flamingos
being eaten, beaten - their time is now

give it to the best
give it to the beast
feed the fish, feed the enemy.
I will love you now
'til the very end
when you loose your nutraburner-skinny
pup! I warned! pulp!
and ever time i end up at the
bitchery bay!
where the bitches grow on trees