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The Engine Of Death

The Engine Of Death

The engine is alive
Fear it cultivates
Masses putrefy
Profit they create

The engine's working well
Iron glowing red
Masses put in hell
Piles of newly dead

A sickening steam is emerging from the pipes
-The engine of death
This brutal machinery is bound to take some lives
-The engine of death

The engine now evolves
Loads another game
Masses then revolt
The fear they will reclaim

The engine's running wild
Impossible to stop
Masses can't decide
They will stay as crop

A sickening steam is emerging from the pipes
-The engine of death
This brutal machinery is bound to take some lives
-The engine of death

It's running on human fuel
Spewning black ash and toxic dust
Man against machine - a mighty duel

A sickening steam is emerging from the pipes
-The engine of death
This brutal machinery is bound to take some lives
-The engine of death
 
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Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

A new day
His sinister urge is awakening
She's waiting
She knows she can't escape, she can't escape the daily pain

Count the scars in her eyes
Bleeding tears by his lies
They say that stick and stones may break her bones
But words hurt the most

Count the scars in her heart
Her blood is used in his art
She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones
Living the life he chose

At night time
His drunken fist lands in her face
She's waiting
She knows she must endure, she must endure his boiling hate

Count the scars in her eyes
Blinded by the sharpest knife
They say that stick and stones may break her bones
Well, actually they did

Count the scars in her heart
Her blood is used in his art
She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones
Her life is lost, it faded

Some day she will avenge
He'll suffer her revenge
Sheer domestic violence

Count the scars in her eyes
Bleeding tears by his lies
They say that stick and stones may break her bones
But words hurt the most

Count the scars in her heart
Her blood is used in his art
She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones
Living the life he chose
 
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No Paradise For The Damned

No Paradise For The Damned

The world we knew has come to an end
Bombs cloud the sky as the destruction begins

Death. Hear the screams from the dying race..

The flames feed the holocaust as radiation burns
The wind of devastation turns the world into ashes

Hell is awaiting us as we realize
Earth is no paradise, no paradise for the damned

Death. Hear the screams from the dying race..
 
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Wrath

Wrath

Under submission for a long time
For a thousand years
My soul is starting to rot
My work is done here
I've shed my share of blood, sweat and tears
I'm leaving this melting pot
You come to stop me
To convince me that I can't escape
I'm tired of being your rat
Armoured with reasons, threats and lies
But It's much too late
I'm about to unleash my wrath

I won't accept this life
A victim of your oppression
To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side
Never be your fucking puppet

I've tasted your fist
And felt your whip burning on my skin
I have dealt with the pain
The more you hit the more you fuel
The anger is boiling within
Your failure I will sustain
I've been your workhorse
And now it's time for this horse to kick your head
I'm pounding my way out
So step aside, get out of my way
If not you'll end up dead
Or at least know what true pain is about

I won't accept this life
A victim of your oppression
To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side
Never be you puppet on a string

I won't accept this life
And fall into a dark depression
To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide
Buried under bricks of guilt

I have tasted your fist
I have dealt with the pain
Rip my back with your whip
The pain is my gain

I won't accept this life
A victim of your oppression
To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side
Never be your puppet on a string

I won't accept this life
And fall into a dark depression
To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide
Buried under bricks of guilt
 
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Fear Is Your Weapon

Fear Is Your Weapon

Voice of hate spreads its wings
Moves quickly through the air
Fuelled by greed it sows its seed
In weakness and despair
Bit by bit, makes you scared shit
Of life in "poverty"
Just like acid it consumes
All morale and dignity

Fear is your weapon, it's the key
Without it your rule's dead
Hate's the glue to seal it all
Your defence's now complete

To strike first and to strike hard
It is your recipe
Your voice of hate starts trembling
Your doom soon you will meet
 
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The Deepest Hole

The Deepest Hole

Do what you want but don't come near
You don't want to see what it's like in here
The deepest hole you'll ever see
Right in front of you - Inside of me

Keeping my cool but there's a war inside my head
All living things around me seem to be dead
Looking forward to a day that's coming sooner than you know
When my ego takes over and lets all my blood flow

Follow me down and you will see
That self destruction sets me free
The longer the way, the harder the fall
And down on the bottom you will see me crawl

Keeping my cool but there's a war inside my head
All living things around me seem to be dead
Looking forward to a day that's coming sooner than you know
When my ego takes over and lets all my blood flow
 
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High On Hate

High On Hate

Your pack of wolves is out for blood and looking for an easy pray
To fight and slay the innocent, agenda of today
So you hate, hate, hate, hate and then you hate some more
And then you kick him in the head

So you're getting high on hate and violence
Looking for a quick fix to get off
Never looking back just fall into the ignorance
And devote yourself to terror

Concrete jungle emperor, you rule your pack with ball and chain
You will never stay to rest until some punks are slain
So you hit, hit, hit, hit and then you hit some more
Until the poor fucker's dead
 
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Pathetic

Pathetic

Born into this nothingness
With the sole goal - to succeed
Life hangs by a single thread
As we are trying not to feel

But to gather all we can
Out of proportion to our need
To hide within our deepest nests
And to never ever give

Dead faces
Breathing through it's meaningless
Aggravated existence
From dusk to dawn you swin in shit
Your only skill's persistence

So you gather all you can
Out of proportion to our need
To hide within our deepest nests
And to never ever give

We're robbing
We're rotting
We're hurting
We're feeling

At last we feel
 
Učlanjen(a)
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Circle Of Defeat

Circle Of Defeat

A race of rapists, seeing to its needs
Gathering with no control
Community on speed
- Circle of defeat

Overpopulated by the human breed
On the verge of collapse
Too many mouths to feed
- Circle of defeat

Preparing for the last dance
One thousand points to prove - With hate..

Grown out of control
Proportions too extreme
Play within the circle of defeat
Mankind is about to lose..
 
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Like Cattle

Like Cattle

A colony of maggots
This place isn't worth its name
Useless disgusting creatures
You're all the fucking same

Govern us like cattle
Treating people like dirt
But one day it gets back at you
The tables will be turned

Slow down, give it a minute
Put yourself in his shoes
He's the one who's hurting
He's here to get help from you

Don't give him any bullshit
He wants to see you burn
'cause one day it get back at you
The tables will be turned

You can't kill him
He won't die
This is his choice
His last goodbye

A colony of maggots
You're all the fucking same
 
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