SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (P)

Fearful life with signboards! / Fearful life with signboards! / Danger, mines!! Danger, mines!!...

When I was a little boy / They would say to me / Don't go in the world and play...

From hells heart it is him / Evening star Lucifer, the light / Bringing strife and division...

The Status Quo / The mainstream flow / The way it’s always been...

VERSE ONE: / There’s a fight – goin on in you… / You know it true...

VERSE ONE / Life is filled with ins and outs and ups and downs… / Climbing to the top – just to knock some body down!...

VERSE ONE: / We reach those times, times in our lives, when we don’t know what to do – no… / Up or down… to the left or to the right? We just don’t know what to do – no…...

Loving! Reaching! Calling! / God’s tentacles of love! / Loving! He’s Reaching! He’s Calling!...

Laizefare complacent fat sheep. / “Feed me feed me!… then let me sleep. / All the while hell on earth is growing....

VERSE ONE; / Way beyond infatuation… I’m takin about this situation. / I never dreamed I’d ever have anyone like you!...

VERSE ONE / They love the dark, they love the night. / Their deeds are evil so they love to hide....

The stench of death is thick—darkness all around / He has no mercy—only sadistic whims of pain / He doesn’t care how much you cry or scream or beg…...

There’s a lot of fear in this world / Got a lot of people parylized / Afraid of what tomorrow might bring...

I’m overwhelmed! Stressed to the max! / Don’t know if I can make it! No time to relax! / I could get down and want to throw away my dreams…...

VERSE ONE / I don’t know why I do, half of what I do. / I don’t know why I say, half the things I say....

You can’t feel my pain / Can’t feel my agony / You can’t feel the blood sweat on my brow...

VERSE ONE: / Every story starts somewhere brother. / And every story has an end....

I know what I want and I’m able to grow it / But fashion dictators believe that you own it / Material things ain`t got the last laugh girl...

Don’t wanna leave my electric house / My lover got electric bills / I won’t die in an electric chair...

Martydom and servitude / Psychosis of a rabid sickless brood / Esoteric dreams a foreign man...

Sadly again Terror happened... / I don't know well, but innocent dead... / Can anybody tell me suitable reason?...

Bodies lay upon bodies. Soon the sun will rise, soiling them with clinical certainty. Compound eyes and black carrion wings will serve as a dismal reminder: even from death, indeed particularly, life emerges. But now, waning moon reflecting in slick blood, far from light’s harsh betrayal, there is peace....

Finished with my woman / ‘Cause she couldn’t help me with my mind / People think I’m insane...

Exterminate the laws of old / the sacred past begins to roll / Oh oh the denying of your death...

1. III / 2. The Bloated Pope / 3. Toadi Acceleratio...

In the cool of the evening, when the fires start burning bright / Hear the twilight callin', as the flames burst into the night / It's creeping in your bloodstream... like a Metal disease...

Hey mom, what do you say / I've seen the lights more than what they say / The music's fine, I like it loud...

What do you mean, I don't believe in God? / I talk to him every day. / What do you mean, I don't support your system?...

I miss the warm embrace I felt / First time you touched me / Secure and safe in open arms...

The exhortations of traditionalism ring hollow: the echoing footsteps of cross-bearing martyrs, the rejection of free will, the inability to meet the challenge of critical thought and individualism. Heads bowed and eyes closed to the joys of today. Three things only do slaves require: work, food, and their religion. Those callous-kneed ringer-kissers. The eyes of providence are blinded to the suffering that surrounds. True compassion is drowned by the baying and shuffle of the flock, bleating through a self-constructed hell. The fire in your heart is out. That once blazing light wreathed in the gloom of depravity, that unwavering standard to rally behind, that intellectual harvest--it's now barren and wasted, strangled by weeds of complacency, frozen and bloodless in passion's tomb. I must escape sentimentality; clear away these dusty, maudlin affections; turn my back on the corpse of the past; learn to accept the death of ideals. Everything has changed. Nothing has changed....