Babylon

Babylon dances on our almost dead idols grave
singing their prayers for a thriving future

while
we're keep on
shoutin invain


This place is just a stage
The Devil pulls the strings
Each days a stone's throw from Hell


we'll die,glad not to have been overwhelmed by
flesh hamburger and cathodic lobotomies


...nothing
but mirrors
for skylarks


They'll dance on our grave
unaware
of being death.


This place is just a stage
The Devil pulls the strings
Each days a stone's throw from Hell


All is


false

dull

fake

sterile

grey

rotten

dead.

DEAD.

Babylon born dead.

Dead..dead..dead..Babylon born dead..





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Stoning no. 1 - Panzo on the cross (B2)

Riding a gay
the gay's my horse
with a talkin anus
don't watch Panzo's eyes

Make a selection
I need more space...

Walkin on a filter rag
hands in a flour bag

Fuck.
Shit.
Piss.

Zana make the light!
Werewolf at midday
“This is euthanasia
C'mon my friend, no fear!”

Make a selection
I need more space...

Walkin on a filter rag
hands in a flour bag




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Hellfire

Among the flames
my comrades die

I hear their voices
asking help invain

They scream, they burn..
..while crying, they prey

but this is Hell
where God can't hear


In the hellfire


"From above
the great chief watches all,
watch me dying unarmed,
buried by burning flames"


Among the flames
living dead talks to me

disfigured human torches
now prey on his knees


For each man died
a woman cries

for each man died
a child has died


In the hellfire




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The Room of Smoke

In the room of smoke
losing my life
watching the smoke
flowin away

In the room of smoke
dulled smiles, lightened joint
ideas falls down
I'm so weak, I know..

In the room of smoke
Satan laughs, God is dead
I become blind
...more blind than now

In the room of smoke
don't help me
in the room of smoke
...goddamn I'm stoned!





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