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Zed Is Dead
02:28
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he came from a rotton world
with a mohawk one foot high
pale skin and leather jacked
he was fightin´ the world to die
he`s a dark purvejor livin´on a junkyard
screamin´ in his microfon
waitin´ for the big show
rockin´ your brains out
with blood runnin´ out of his nose
your pain is my art
vanilla slut
piss of
welcome to the moshpitslag
he likes to toture small animals
he likes the Misfits and Blag Flag
he was loud and noisy
violent personality
but now he´s dead
your pain is my art
vanilla slut
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mommy has the kindest eyes
mommy likes to bake you pies
mommy sings the sweetest songs
mommy lets you sing along!
but if your mommy´s acting strange
and going through some kind of change
and when this happens you must go!
here is how you sure to know:
when she bites the checker at the store
when she´s clawing at the kitchen door
when she bites the checker at the store
when she´s clawing at the kitchen door
that´s not your mommy anymore!
so when this happens you are sure
run and hide like never before
with skin so pale and eyes so sore
like in horror movie gore!
When she bites the checker at the store
when she´s clawing at the kitchen door
when she bites the checker at the store
when she´s clawing at the kitchen door
that´s not your mommy anymore!
that´s not your mommy in the rain
that´s not your mommy eating brains
that´s not your mommy down the hall
that´t not your mommy at the mall
when she bites the checker at the store
when she´s clawing at the kitchen door
when she bites the checker at the store
when she´s clawing at the kitchen door
that´s not your mommy anymore!
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3. |
Streets Of Thousand Eyes
01:47
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in the streets of a thousand eyes
no one will care too much
when you beat your children
but watch out when you party all night
you talk too loud and don´t turn off the light
and the officer will write
he´s a criminal guy
in the streets of thousand eyes
but when Horton hears a homicide
and two children in their basement died
the neighbours will say and the papers will write
he was such a nice guy
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4. |
The Grey
01:37
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they will come for you, when you´re child
impressed by their shiny vehicles, you can´t take off your eyes
be part of their machinery
you can´t hide and you can´t run
be a slave for your life
or be just human scum
the Grey
they will steal your time, your power and your life
they will watch you and control you and you´ll belive that this is right
they will hijack your mind
they will get you in line
be a slave for your life
or you deserve to die
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Hide In The Light
02:12
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hide in the light
avoid the shadows and the dark
the creatures of the night
will leave a bloody mark
your fear of darkness is legit in this night
just hope there is no blackout
keep on the light
there will be no escape
there is no time to pray
there will be no escape
no time in the darkness will be safe
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6. |
You Are Mine
03:14
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i want to kill you
cause I love you
nobody will get you
but me, but me forever
i want to kill you
stand by me
i want to kill you
i´m really true
till death do us part
i´m the death
i bring us part
you are mine
you can´t leave me without your legs
you can´t lie without your throat
you can´t hurt me without your arms
you can´t live without your heart
you´ve been my girlfriend
you´ve been my crush
you used to love me
but now your head is what I crush
you break my heard
i break your neck
i´ve reached you my hand
now I´ve got your whole arm
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Roadkill
03:08
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my trunk is full of plastic bags
every day and every night
and my car is always ready
it can happen all the time
crossin´the streets is dangerous
especially at night
watch out you livin´mammals
it´s killin´time
you´re just a roadkill
it´s your flesh under my wheels
you´re just a Roadkill
you´re more than just a meal
you´re just a Roadkill
you´re just a Roadkill in my eyes
i´ve got a crosshair on my hood
and a chainsaw in my trunk
booze and duck tape under my seat
this hobby is really fun
when my headlights are on
and my eyes are sparkling white
take care you sporty joggers
prepare to die
you´re just a roadkill
and if you´re not dead, i´m eating you alive
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No Brains
02:38
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zombies can´t eat no nazis, ´cause they´ve got no brains
shuffling at the nazi party and clearly got insane
so many zombies, but nobody to eat
so much variety and nobody to eat
no Brains
zombies can´t eat no nazis, ´cause they´ve got no brains
starvin in the nazi party, they don´t wanna die again
so many Zombies, but nobody to eat
so much variety and nobody to eat
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High Voltage
02:15
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i´m waitin´ for the last orgasm
the last errection
from electric connection
with tissues on my eyes
with needles in my crotch
another soul dies
eye for an eye
a legend on the death row!
i'm another victim
waiting for the butcher
not innocent at all
i am no ones friend
i´m everyone´s disgust
now to crumble into dust
my death won´t change anything
not even steam from my skin
can´t fill the emptyness in their lifes
i am no ones friend
i´m everyone´s disgust
now to crumble into dust
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White Noise
02:46
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the sun is shinin´ but the world is white
my feelings are dead and pushed inside
everything´s dead and empty inside
it´s hard to take a step outside
it is the white noise, the white noise
the frosted glass in my head
it is the white noise, the white noise
the glare light in my head
my personality, blown by the wind
in the morror, I see an alien
in every word uncertainly
fear is runnin´ through my veins
but at the dawn there is hope
courage is growin´in my heart
and the black cools down my sense
but the night will get my mind deranged
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