Bathory - Psychopath

Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls
Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man
If you allow all shit that's happening in this damned
Rotten land. The pressure your damned system
Religion and school puts on our minds creates an all
Collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me
Do you think you're safe locking me up
And then throwing away the key

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just
A product of a broken nation's shattered dream

Death. Death to all. Pigs screaming, The blood runs
Down the walls. You'll never be successful trying to
Keep the madness behind these walls because the pain
Comes from inside and creates chaos within all
You can put me in the chair and watch me fucking fry
But I am aware my death's a nation's alibi

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me
Do you think you're safe locking me up
And then throwing away the key

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just
A product of a broken nation's shattered dream

Can't you see I'm out man. Can't you see I'm free

Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls
Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man
If you allow all shit that's happening in this damned
Rotten land. The pressure your damned system
Religion and school puts on our minds creates an all
Collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me
Do you think you're safe locking me up
And then throwing away the key

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just
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Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged
Still pain is all you feel
A piece of meat that hardly breathes
Still much a human being
Forcing his way into your ass
John Wayne Gacy is near
Flesh will rip and bloody will flow
This death comes in your rear

One of 33 Something
All who were raped and bled
The last thing you will ever hear
Before your fucking dead is...

Drink my cum, take my rum
Blooded hole, twisted soul
Eat my shit, suck my dick
Writhe in pain and die insane

With every breath inhale the stench
Of lubrication shit and sweat
The smell of love the smell of human
Blood and excrement
Once you've played with Mr. Gacy
There's no way out. No release
In the attic is all hell, then in the
Basement you'll find peace

One of 33 something
All who were raped and bled
The last thing you will ever hear
Before your fucking dead is...

Drink my cum, take my rum
Blooded hole, twisted soul
Eat my shit, suck my dick
Writhe in pain and die insane

Drink my cum, take my rum
Blooded hole, twisted soul
Eat my shit, suck my dick
Writhe in pain and die insane Открыть страницу с текстом

I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not
And I am not a Satanic Child I'm not
And I know not no property of high or low
And I know where I come from and where to I will go

Rat race and symbols
Crucifix and flesh
Politics and fashion
Religion and death

I am just a human being I am
And I am a eat-sleep-fucking-machine I am
And I am another mortal piece of meat
Yet I am too fast and alive for you to hand no sign on me

Holy writings
Tax and Law
Angel wings or frying
Suicides no use at all
We're all born to die

I am not no more a sinner or saint than fucking all of you
I am no more close or far away from the truth
I am no believer or receiver of holy or unholiness
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Freedom of speech and that of information
To gather in prayer and for demonstrations
Freedom to choose. Freedom found driving a car
To possess a remote control and the right to arm
Supermarket. Machine gun. Voices talk from inside
Unemployment and touchdown. Holy book full of lies
Suicidal intentions. There's no kingdom up high
Presidential elections. Superman never dies

Conservatism. Communism. Paganism. National-socialism
Liberalism. Satanism. Christianity. Slavery. Anarchy. Lunacy
Insanity. Mediocracy. Assorted Century

Genetic distortion and UN resolutions
Pro-life and abortions. The final solution
Vivi-section. Disorder. Cosmetique for the disabled
Civil crime watch camcorder. Cocained soft drink containers
Amusement and passion. Files on serial killers
Abusement and fashion. Queenies Asshole refillers
Read my lips. Need I say there's a lot of shit on the hill
But it all fits in the grave. Somewhat more darkness and
Chill

Sociopath. Psychopath. Autograph. Schizophrenia. Empathy
Biography. All humanity. Majority. Minority. But then
Regardless of which it's a fucking damn assorted century

Conservatism. Communism. Paganism. National-socialism
Liberalism. Satanism. Christianity. Slavery. Anarchy. Lunacy
Insanity. Mediocracy. Assorted Century

Sociopath. Psychopath. Autograph. Schizophrenia. Empathy
Biography. All humanity. Majority. Minority. But then
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Grey

They say we're free to speak to speak whatever we may have
To say and that we're free to wear it all in every fucking way
It's up to fucking you to fulfill your damned fucking life
With ease and to carry any symbol, view or dream that
You may fucking please

But hairstyles never cease to stir their fucking minds
En masse. Your clothes will always bite big chumps
Right out of their concrete ass. You'll be corrected
Censored and asked to appear in a milder way
And in the end eventually if you're weak you'll
Fade in grey

Authority. Society. Parents. Teachers. Employees and God
Authority. Society. Parents. Teachers. Employees and God
Fade into grey. Fade into grey. Fade into grey

For every punch you'll take in life, learn to always at least
Give two. Don't ever let somebody get away shitting on you
There may be laws to follow. Drugs to stay away from in
Your life. But never live it feeling your damned hands and
Feets always being tied

But hairstyles never cease to stir their fucking minds
En masse. Your clothes will always bite big chumps
Right out of their concrete ass. You'll be corrected
Censored and asked to appear in a milder way
And in the end eventually if you're weak you'll
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Sixteen years of age
The suburb sets the scene
Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed
Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins
Preparations made. The axe gets a final trim
Shadowed figures came at night
The hands would clutch and strike his thighs
The kid would not even be weeping
This kid pretending he's sleeping

Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930

Kept within his young strained mind all this damn time
Not a hint at what grew steadily inside
The hate during prayer at supper and the suppressed at school
The need to be able to strike back grew

Memories of fingers penetrating
Years of terror generating emotions functioning as fuel
When this kid walks down his parents room

Parts of bodies found. The blood splattered all around
The result of the hate unleashed. Just one shot was heard
This suburb neighbourhood disturbed
This pained mind has found peace
In the backyard. Shotgun at his side
Difficult to identify. Sixteen years of age and dead
Sixteen years of rage to an end

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Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature
Increases
Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay
Chimneys spew death day and night. Chemicals with every
Bite
Layer of mist in the sky. Filtering no more the light

Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea
You can't shut it out. With every breath reality
This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains...
The judgement of posterity

Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea
You can't shut it out. With every breath reality
This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains...
The judgement of posterity

Substances lethal en masse. Genetical codes harassed
Disassembled and distorted chains of DNA nourished
To breed life again. Elevated. Erected. Enriched
Developed. Perfected and pitched. Educated. Equipped
And supreme. Initiated. Homo Sapiens. Human being

Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea
You can't shut it out. With every breath reality
This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains...
The judgement of posterity

Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea
You can't shut it out. With every breath reality
This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains...
The judgement of posterity

Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature
Increases
Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay

Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea
You can't shut it out. With every breath reality
This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains...
The judgement of posterity

Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea
You can't shut it out. With every breath reality
This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains...
The judgement of posterity Открыть страницу с текстом

I want to kill you and share with you my pain
And if it thrills you I'll gladly kill again
I want to maim you. Your throat a bleeding well
And before your damned body's cold you're already in hell

This is my anger. My hurt and my hate
This is my fucking despair
This is my inside. My thorn and my ache
This is my grind and my tare

I want to tie you up. Make you beg for release
I'll whip your body beyond sense
Cut you down piece by piece
I want to rape you. I'll leave you bleed in death

This is my lust and my distorted needs
This is my wrath and my pain
This is my kind. This is my creed
This is my body and brain

This is my anger. My hurt and my hate
This is my fucking despair
This is my inside. My thorn and my ache
This is my grind and my tare

This is my lust and my distorted needs
This is my wrath and my pain
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I'm but a shell, a frame of a man, I'm but a glimpse of
Whom I used to be, I'm no more life and lust
I'm only rich on time to spend venting my own spleen
I'm sick as hell, I am in desperate need of heeling
Need to feel salvation, or I might as well embrace death
I could never stand a world of sin and fornication

The world is full of whores, all this filth and heresy
I am a tool of the Lord, I have eternal life

The will of God was executed through my deeds
The voice of God I heard, all filth and unclean I
Disintegrated to prepare Gods paradise in this world
I read the holy writings, I read Matthew's 18th chapter
7th, 8th, 9th, and I realised what had to be done
And that I just had so little time

The world is so full of sin, blasphemy and sacrilege
For as I believe in him, I have eternal life after death

What have I done so wrong, why have they put me in this
Place without no windows, I'm no more life and lust
I'm only rich on time to spend venting my own spleen

The world is so full of fools, vagrant souls and lustful flesh
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War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of friend or foe
Always declared by the high and fought out by the low
Elevated to the state of honourable feud
Fought to capitulation or death. Either him or you

Cannon fodder dressed up proud to fight or even die

Carrying cross of Christ, the star of David, Swastika or
Word of God, the hammer and the sickle or banner
Splattered with your blood. Camouflaged and drilled
You await all hell in confidence, at peace. Blown apart
One could not tell your brains from your feet

As your spirit slips away and Earth drinks from your blood
The irony is that the last thing you'll think is - "Oh my
God!"

When your...
War Supply. War Supply. War Supply
Not until that mine has torn you in two you'll
Think just fucking "why"

At the bottom of the crater in a burning deaths terrain
You grab your head as if to keep yourself from goin' insane
Tracers cut a million burning tracks above your head
Staring at your support weapon, wishing that you'd dare

Just one delicate press on the trigger and it's all gone

Ask yourself if your one life is worth spending this way
Tell me where's all glory you seek among countless young
Men slain. Indoctrinated as you are by
Church, school, government
And your command you'll think more of how your death will
Contribute and benefit your land

In uniform you look all swell as you march off to war
From now on your damn rubber body-bag will be your style
Forever more

War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply

War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply
War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. Not until that
Mine has torn you in two you'll think just fucking "why" Открыть страницу с текстом