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2 point 4 kids riding in your Volvo
A Kodak moment for the world to share
Mommy's in the kitchen, cooking up a pot pie
Watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire"

Little Johnny's in his room loading up a 12 gauge
Jenny's in her room smoking crack
What happened to your precious little family now?

Don't care what you say
You can never justify
Evil, misery,
To need for them to die.

Explain this one to me:
What was the crime?
It seems to me just to be

I'M on a mission from God
WE'RE on a mission
On a mission from God
We're on a mission
On a mission from God
We're on a mission
ON A MISSION FROM GOD!
WE'RE ON A MISSION FROM GOD!

I...saw love die in the fire in you
I...saw the love being crushed a thousand feet below
I...saw the rage rising in the morning sky
I...saw the violence and each tear the families cried

each...one...event...brings it to me
which one...effect...brings it to me
wait...watch...infect...brings it to me

Burn process
Death processors
Chemical cocktail
Society feeds on the defenceless

Hate incarnate
Evil incarnations
Blame your culture

Critical mass
Controlled extinction
Light is fading
Put to death

Strapped upon
A cold hard table
Blinded by

That guilt's not in me anymore

You don't believe...?
In religion?
Believe in God? In science? In Sunday supper?
I don't believe in rules that tell me how I should live
Even if they're handed down by God?

I see the end of all things
I see the death of this world
We watched the sky go crimson red
We watched our children wake up dead

Each day we dig our own graves
Each day we make ourselves enslaved
Each night we dream our same dreams

Look up at the heavens above
I know there's so much more
Blinded by light
The stars above were there before

My father took me by the hand
And showed me the wonders of the sky
Explored the depths of outer space

"It has to have been the Devil's work."

Pain, humiliation
Driving nails through the fragile skin
Insane, mutilation
Why do we need suffering to forgive our sins ?

Fire contain us

[Voice sample are taken from the movie "The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc" by Luc Besson]

(What happened to your precious angel?)
(Eh?)
(I'll tell you what happened!)
(We sent the little bitch back to Hell!)
(So that she can go fuck with the devil!)

Forget to be human, pretend to be gods
Forget to be human, -
Forget to be human, forgive what we did
Forget to be human, from hell a machine

No reason to live because you're no longer human
No reason to hope because you no longer dream
No reason to help since you no longer feel

Für die genetisch Überlegenen ist der Erfolg leichter zu erreichen, aber keineswegs garantiert. Schließlich gibt es kein Gen für das Schicksal. Und wenn den Mitgliedern der Elite aus irgendwelchen Gründed Übles widerfährt, wird ihre genetische Identität zu einer kostbaren Ware für die Skrupellosen. Des einen Verlust ist des anderen Gewinn

You play gods, you play Jesus
You condemn, you belive you´re saints
? in the name of science
You cast judgement on the unborn

You make decisions, you make changes

If you can't fill the unforgiving minutes,
sickened flesh,
autistic smile.
If yours is a world where you think Gods in it.
Want more?
You'll be in my sights!

Turn off your TV,

[These past few hours have been the longest, darkest of
my life,
How does one weigh human life?
One million civilians against eighty-one hostages,
American boys have paid for that neglect, blood, is
equally real and equally tragic,
We are at war with terror,
Fighting means casualties,

Blood boils
Counting the seconds
The demons inside me wail

Between the sheets
I tear the satin
Like a train come off the rails

Welcome back to consciousness.
Welcome back to the world of the living.
Breathe deep as your thoughts are composed.
You've been asleep without dreaming

Search your hands, feel your face
and thoughts without thinking you're gone with no trace.
We're victims of the human race.