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This city creeps
In it's disease
Hung by a thread
And no one can hear you scream

Woke up on the south side of nowhere
All I am is a foreign face
Tortured ripped out at the core

I am not your savior
Get off your bended knee
You've fallen out of favor
Turned your back on what you believe

Yeah, you'll fall into a curse [x2]

I am not your savior

Rise! Do you feel alive
Fight back for your life
See yourself scraping the mold off a dead old man’s face
Inside! The fear that we hide, the ending in sight
See yourself the face that reflects in the blade of a knife

Born to be a blood soaked hero
Raised to be a victim dying alone

1987 by Michael Fischer and Frank Krabbenhöft founded psychobilly band. The first performance took place in Libella, where many more in Germany (Munich, Nuremberg, Berlin, etc.) followed, this included concerts with bands still active in the scene (eg Krewmen, Mad Sin, Necromantix, Klingonz, etc. ). Despite his departure from the political punk Michael Fischer could never deny or put his punk rock roots. The sound of the Butcher Babies was always quite a bit harder and more aggressive than the usual psychobilly. Their last concert was New Year's Eve 1989/1990 in Berlin, after which the members went their separate ways.

The Static screams
It’s deafening
I don’t think I can make it another day with this weight on me
Tt’s suffocating and all i needs a little relief
I play this over and over in my head
A death to the mundane
But i won’t hold my breath
I’d rather be dreaming in color

Can you taste it, the sweat and suffering
We salivate for the kill
We will not ever quit, 10,000 marching boots in the pit
It’s time to take off the masks
Remove the knives from our backs

We fight

Your smile is porcelain
And I wanna break
It with my fist
Dug this chain around my throat
I smell this place
And I'm back to being your dog

I'm fashioning the end

Death creeps through the door
No one knows I'm here
I'm nameless and faceless as fear

13 Years it's been since
I buried this sin
Monkey on my back
Don't look you can't see

We’re all alone I’m moving closer now
I need to feel you running through my veins
A straight shot piercing through my skin
It’s not enough, I need to drink you in
My lungs are hot and begging for more air
But my body is half way there and waiting for the beating of my heart to catch up
Till we shake

Hate me
I pull my hair by the fistful
Hate me
Spinning scissors like a pistol

You dare to say
That I'm forcefully insane
The truth remains

One change
One kill
These things you've
Lost all your sight
Night of regress
Your promise lost
Here tonight
Empty love lost

Sometimes I burn a little brighter
Climb a little higher
When I turn back time to you
What’s life got to offer
If nothing but another way to bide my time; it’s true

I’m holding on to the memory of you
I’m holding on

[Verse 1:]
Welcome! To my kingdom of hearts
Feed my ego with lust
Slide my fingers inside and spread you like warpaint on my skin
And now you're welcome
By the grace of my hands, take in my wonderland where the streets painted red
Fill me with your poison in my skin and now you're mine

All that gitters
Is Not, Was Not
But now lies face down in a street paved in gold
Different names and different games but the same old soul
Once, Twice, Three times sold.

Three times sold!

Left to suffer
All she needed was her mother
But the others chose to lock her away
She doesn’t know it
But the ground will shake below them
Every time That she screams out in pain
I’ll remember her name
She speaks in Thunder

Serpents or disciples
To follow or lead the holy mess he's given me
Sold me mindset to free the swine
He offered his crown and I made it mine
The hooks in our backs have hung us out to dry
Burned the emperor to claim me wings
Drowned the daylight to hear him scream
Vowed to victimize and con the King and his army

I’m so sick of our chemistry and how you make me bleed
I’m dry
I’m drowning
I’m lost
I’m finding
I can lie my way through anything
And I can cry without feeling
I’m nervous and numb

Squeeze and hold with my hands gripped tight around your neck
You breathe to me but, I’m born and bled to feed this hit
Two left dead and I’m King
This monster preys on the weak

Trying to live but, to win in to die here alone
The deathsurround
Proving your place in the filth to be cast from your thrown

The Huntsman (Охотник)

Такие большие глаза,
Я знаю, он следит.
Такие острые зубы,
Я знаю, он голоден.
Я могу попробовать его, почувствовать на своей коже,
Он охотится на меня.

Somewhere out in space I’ve lost myself, I’ve been misplaced
Somehow I’ve been thrown away
I’ve grown allergic to an image, fractured by an idea...
I’ve been thrown away

Let’s make believe that these walls could sing
They’d open up and they’d welcome me in
But in the end I’d know it’s been a dream

Can you see the light shine on my boots
Bullwhip on my hip
I’ve been looking for you
The night is young and I’m wanting to play
Let’s start up a game in the alley way
Yeah I’ve got nine lives
I’m a terror by night
Can you hear my cat call against every night fall