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Society's massacre
01:13
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One more step, step ahead, trip then fall, neck has no head!
Tie the knots on both of my hands, skin on my fingers act for the threads!
Eyes have been passed on to woman and man to see!
The more of what we need the less is there for free!
In a row we stumble, fall in human death machine!
No arms left, flew out the killer machine!
Society's massacre!
Shot us and kidnapped and no one could see!
We're humans they trapped and monsters they released!
Whipped us with the chains, blood beneath our feet!
No arms left, flew out the killer machine!
Society's massacre!
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2. |
Špilej Grind
00:06
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
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Hyena
01:19
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Crossed eyes and beaten up!
There's no need for backup!
Thousands have already died!
Do what they say!
They're hunters of their own kind!
But still we're the preditors?
They're pray?
Then we'll eat them!
They created and tied up, and threatened the hyena!
Right now, who's gonna be the first to die slow?
The hidden human flesh from their pockets has fell out!
Return the fear to the ones, that terrorized you!
Bite their heads to skulls!
Dont threaten the hyena!
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4. |
Walk with no legs
01:40
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Walk with no legs, I'll cut them for free!
Walk with no legs, but you won't walk from me!
End at your hips and start from your feet!
You walk with no legs all night in my dreams!
Blood stained sheen!
Cover of the chainsaw!
Even when you try to run, I'll cut both your legs off!
Behind the bars your funny, you will show no shame!
A person of notoriety won't be one to blame!
Walk with no legs, all cut them for free!
Walk with no legs, but you won't walk from me!
Walk with no legs, all cut them for free!
Walk with no legs, but you won't walk from me!
End at your hips and start from your feet!
You walk with no legs all night in my dreams!
Blood stained sheen!
Cover of the chainsaw!
Even when you try to run, I'll cut both your legs off!
Behind the bars your funny, you will show no shame!
A person of notoriety won't be one to blame!
Walk with no legs!!
Ha!
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5. |
Rotten skull keepers
01:17
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Poke
01:11
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Poke! poke! poke! poke,
your eyes and with the soap,
used to clean off the blood, so you don't see!
Poke!
Poke!
Poke...
...so you don't see!
How your older brother was beaten!
His skin was so sweel!
Right after him, you could be beaten as well!
You could run far, bon voyage!
Don't forget those 100 beers in your stack!
Poke, so you don't see!
How your mother was bruised!
Covered with wounds!
Her baby blacked out, when she was abused!
He will run far, bon voyage!
With tail between his legs, that sick bastard!
Poke, so you don't see!!
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7. |
Rot heads
01:18
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Rot heads! Rot heads!
In the middle of "to rest" town, looking who's to blame!
( Rot heads! Rot heads! )
Whoever stole our money will first be aimed!
( Rot heads! Rot heads! )
Your money stinks of blood, don't get me wrong!
( Rot heads! Rot heads! )
No matter what's real, we'll be the ones to rot!
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The fire will spread..
Throw them on pile, the fire will spread!
Throw them on pile, the fire will spread!
Throw them on pile, the fire will spread!
Throw them on pile, the fire will spread with joy!
Burn!
Crawl on your way, you're first!
Fire spreads on gilded goods and their money and their skulls!
There's no line that'll be hold, one by one and of you go!
Throw them on pile, the fire will spread on you!!
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9. |
Nostalgia
01:25
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The thoughts that keep repeating and faces that we see!
From swinging from the swing to swinging from the tree!
The past life of your reflection, wonders who they'll be!
I wish with all the money we could build a time machine!
Euthanasia of all framed faces, happiness could bring!
Nostalgia when i'm grown, wished as young i could be free!
Who wonder all their smiles could only bring us tears!
I wish again to fall, and clean my bleeding knees!
( My knees! )
What i said, i want it back,
all the people, all mistakes...
Nostalgia!
Nostalgia!!!
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10. |
Melpomene
02:35
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Death theatre! death theatre! death theatre!
Red curtains will swing!
Death theatre! death theatre!
The tickets are for free!
Death theatre! death theatre! death theatre!
The last show you will see!
Death theatre! death theatre! The play by Melpomene!
Death theatre! death theatre! death theatre!
All of a sudden seats are free!
Death theatre! death theatre! death theatre!
On the stage and hooked on with strings!
Once you get in there's no going out from here!
Left your kid at home alone in the darkness and fear!
The last thing you ate is a popcorn under the seat!
When your dead, you're thrown to the rats on the street!
Death theatre, the play no one can hear!
Death theatre, no person there could cheer!
Death theatre, at the last scene she appears!
In the play by Melpomene!!
Death theatre! death theatre! death theatre!
Death theatre! death theatre! death theatre!
Death by Melpomene!!
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11. |
What'd you say?
01:59
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The tiny small head gets smacked!
And that devil to god will pray!
The second he smells the blood,
"blood owner with blood you pay!"
What'd you say?
The tiny small head gets smacked!
It's funny how sad it gets!
Flip the pages, flip to see,
books are only written fantasies!
What'd you say?
The tiny small head gets smacked!
Only smile is seen at first glance!
So kind and acts so sweet!
At night he's a creep on the streets!
What'd you say?
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12. |
Hospital room
01:46
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