get on the barricades pt.: I+II ( these songs are against everything that fucks up your day, your lifes, your plans, and your freedom. fight for your believes and fucking get on the barricades! )

evilution things turn bad - evil a black flood of ...numb hate isolation - nation couples kill love choices kill options hope dies last pope at least fill the figure with mumbling words against a ghost believe and produce waste don't trust and love with haste like your population paste (dead sperm on war funny rotten milk army) deny responsibility and deny the presence of problems so they don't exist. so they don't exist. humans fit perfectly in sofas and no dance for attempt-dance the free will as a plague

The bonobo way Scare me touch me Stress me hug me Let’s touch each other to solve these problems Let’s take fondling for some arguments Lips as wet weapons Various positions swallowing dumb pride Let’s take a ride To solve some problems Scare me With meat on meat Let’s fuck out our wars Scare me touch me Prepare to fuck with me

Puking ticks instead of blood Little blood-balls for your neurosis-dolls Full instant parasites suck your smiles Nano gods, Rise! Dead-eyed people here comes my flood I’m puking ticks instead of blood Nano gods, Rise! On my knees I’m vomiting my black army

Goldfish exorcism My glass is my castle Filled with pearls and envy Back and for Secure is my life I get payed for my beauty. The reward for killing not myself Tomorrow i will destroy my beauty Destroy my fucking glass

Faster pussycat, krill, krill, krill! Faster pussycat, krill, krill, krill!

a new chance to make old mistakes No remorse A new thought out fake A new chance to make old mistakes. A numb hand shaking New smile New fake An award for lies Dedicated to your false smile To your sweating hands Let’s get the nails Powerplay without plan Speeches without sense Fondling on your nerve – ends History rewinds the tape Sucking trust.

a skull full of magnets magnet cards left deep cuts in our manipulated hearts while numbers plan our fears desire for structures clear most options written in blood . . . intellectronics scan your fears switch on switch of your fleshdiods data organic hugs your heart come on . boot up . my dirty . head cut . down . my cables let . me bleed . in rgb ... intellectronics scan your fears switch on switch of your fleshdiods data organic hugs your heart i think a lack of battery will heal my hopes will set me free i pull my plug so i will see.

apocalypso now hey you! wake up! or would you miss the end of everything and everyone? i think not. so come on wake up.(x3) destruction as a chance to make room to have new space to let loose and to dance our world is our grave a new shuffeling of cards come on and burn your clocks! now dance! now dance! dance with an end!~

sacrifice-lamb-dessous you look so holy in your dress the legs so long the lips so wet. just you and (i) i can smell the soap on your skin and the fear that hides within take your clothes and go home you have to learn to be alone. with your random heart. don't offer your body to me. i just wanna kiss your soul. absorbe your beauty. your emptiness. and lick your wounds. trust me. i'm a liar. trust me I'm your liar

headless hero impatience is my jar of marmelade adhesive are my hands would my mouth not be so dry i would relaxed sit myself down on the dynamitebox and smoke on the dynamitebox and smoke on the dynamitebox and smoke and wait to fuck with my random fate to fuck with my random fate to fuck with my random fate and to lay back and to laugh

the big flibbertigibbet imagine that you know everything, and none of it is true.

my superpowerdress has no backdoor my superpowerdress has no backdoor during every flight i have to pee in my dress peeing through the rest of my last mess sometimes i would like to know what the saved people would think if they would know about their hero my superpowerdress has no backdoor

high speed porn flying cocks and swollen lips and jumping tits fill the room we're in bridges of sweat and juicy flesh and morning mouths build the high voltage stream nothing more but twitching asses like sewing-machines and the smell of skin a meatmountain without thinking reduced to the instinct of fucking rabbits biting flowers riding the flames of mindvacation sex as fullyautomatic weapon tools of ductless glands push the red button

black side of the apple swimming through a pool of black blood and only a few litres are my own my dried out soul dyes all it's rivers black for you a calculating heart set's free what it loves and get's proud of throwing away it's own fuel

i will not obey the voices in your heads i will not obey the voices in your heads

sorry, but i can't come to your funeral, cause i've got a date with my tv you are not what you own would you like to die without being someone? you have got a name use it you are the product of your actions and your feelings so fill the forgotten space use your minds and your hands to define yourself

scumfighter GT fleshless muscles prepare for the jump and nobody has the courage to breathe 'til a sweat-drop falls to ground then the fleshbulldozer starts a massacre meathooks do carnage sounds it takes not longer than one second to die

does the bottle in my hand have anything to do with your beauty? does the bottle in my hand have anything to do with your beauty?

congratulations for space expeditions congratulations for space expeditions step out of your door while your house is burning search for another home a new one to burn down

mediafinger first interest of media should be information and education of everyone everywhere it should show pictures of truth and of culture and ideas should inspire the world it's only money and a luxury illusion working for greed, politics, envy, consume-pollution holding people dumb an anchor in their eyes a hook in their ears

governments selfish uneducated rich ones which only search for solutions to their own problems and not to the real ones governments are guilty of suffering, war and poverty worldwide revolution through education

pheromonial tragedy too much skin for only one pair of eyes maybe a few hands can tell a little bit more taste the honey, honey

phonetic gore princess i gave her a kiss a wet slippery kiss lips on lips she woke up and blast away my ears whith one sound hammer, anvil... all bloody mud phonetic gore princess i loved every sound, oh her honey-mouth but they let my eyes bleed out fuck my ears! yeah fuck my ears! fuck my ears! phonetic gore princess!

the unnamable i can't tell you cause it's unspeakable i even shouldn't open my mouth cause it's also unsubscribable but it's eyes but it's eyes burn the words out of my lung everytime it's behind your back you recognize it's there cause you feel it's breath in your neck and it's eyes and it's eyes burn it's mark in your heart

die fast or die die fast or die face the fact that one time you will die one time you'll find your rotten face in the mud maggots in your bloodless flesh and you've done your last fart die now or later it means no shit to me it's time to recognize nothing's for eternity die fast or die die fast or die die fast or die

high noon in silicon valley i woke up one day and was scared of what i saw the door of my room was completly sprayed with blood i slept alone this night noone was visiting me yesterday frightened i touched the door-handle and opened it man, i couldn't believe what my eyes did to me the other doors of my flat where also bloody but nothing else something terrible must have happened but i can't remember it seems that someone has tried to get out but every door was closed even my frontdoor and i was alone and i can't remember i even can't remember a disturbance at night but that was real blood and a lot my whole body was vibrating with every thought my breath started to run faster i ran to the toilet to puke i wasn't wounded what have i done? what has happened? after some time that i'd spend with just being afraid and confused i started to clean the flat it took hours and i've never lost one word about it

ghost virus abstract thinking forces it's price our own systems enslave our souls lost in information every decision confuses our hopes every new neurosis eats the brightness in your eyes and those two black holes just leave a shadow of your own

simple bill in this world money means power and power means responsibility that's all i want to say finger in a pocket a wallet is a government and the home of all your sorrow pay!

logical armageddon the first shockwave of logical armageddon a word a mouth a problem not to solve neurotic disasters of a dumb race logical armageddon collapsing synapses first bursted eyes of an overdosed brain against a bunch of thoughts melting daily dumbness of neurotic rain piss comes in flocks

the principle of accustoming the principle of accustoming be aware of what you've got (more than you think) be aware of what you own (more than you need) beware of your options (more than you know) be aware for what you cry while on another place a baby gets born in poverty infected with aids

rotten milk and mother-pie a little body swimming in the spit of the last generation forced to breathe it the seed is set let's eat (the pie) the moment some gods pull the plug (wings fall in mud) overfloated sour light a ghost as a stamp new acid for little veins finger without hand grown while tasting the apple out of mother's mouth poison builds new blood pumping through a little heart

the viscosity of the third night no words to swallow the sword of my teeth a colour a hollow i only earn what i feel