Da lite comes out ov a tea-spoon, from sum fuckin galaxy void. Man's cry welcomed damn million moons, yet scum been granted sanctification. Yeah, scum en rats keep on pullin de strings ov a goddamned marionette theatre: On a hook it's really hard to avoid dis life's real sick hallucination. CHORUS: I'm Greed, I'm your Master. I am your true Rein. De globe rotates for nothin: Goes perpetually in(...) I lie prostrate on de ground, da fuckin stars spinnin right at my face. On dis racked planet ain't no way around in de sickenin glow ov damnation. Yeah, all who labor to work their bloody guts off, pure in heart - to rot in disgrace; Peacemakers - to be shot, merciful - to hang in da black holes ov humiliation. CHORUS: I'm Hate, I'm your Master. I am your true Rein. De globe rotates for nothin: Goes perpetually in(...) Hey, only rich who have the right, Cuz only rich who have the right, And only rich who have the right, Why, only rich who have the right. CHORUS: I'm Lust, I'm your Master. I am your true Rein. De globe rotates for nothin: Goes perpetually insane. I'm Spite, I'm your Master. I am your true Rein. De globe rotates for nothin: It goes perpetually insane. Cast thy sense upon the waters: for thou shalt never need it again.

I move, my shadow draggin behind, as if she knows: dis day is just another day - worthless to live. I read neon announcements: someone buyin an island, someone shoots sixty children: en a bunch profits on both, yeah! Death is an investment, just like bonds en cattle, just like gold en bricks - pays off fairly well. The troops of dark angels on federal budget: take over earth, take over you, take over me - and they say: CHORUS: ye hear an obey n obey n obey... My soul' draggin low, it bleeds noiselessly: Take me back home, take me back home, she moans as she falls. Wherever you turn: your life's just an object of trade, same as your death, same as you pride, same as your soul - and they say: CHORUS: ye hear an obey n obey n obey... No hope. No remedy. You will struggle hard from your birth just to find yourself in the end hammered into earth.

Hear my song - voice from oblivion. Touch my arm - imprint on de rain. August is passin away... In 30 seconds a man'll pull the trigger, In 20 seconds a missile'll hit the wall, Our dread cannot be bigger, en I whisper: No no no no no A suicide bomber'll blow up in 10 seconds. In 5 seconds bullets'll dash like waterfall. Our despair cannot be bigger, en I gasp: No no no no no . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . No no no no no Our despair cannot be bigger, Souls oozing dread from every pore. Our agony on a tip of a trigger - Way more than Jesus himself ever bore. CHORUS: No to new crusaders, fanatics ov gore: No no no no no! No to priests with shotgun, no to Holy War: No no no no no! No to backrooms plotting falldown en terror: Oh no... Those who gone won't need our pity. Happied zobmies say yes - so dat I could say no.

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion...*** De bare branches break, cold drops split on a temple. De seconds pass unbearably in da broken world in bitter silence, in loveless timelessness. Fed on sheer violence en porn, on gagas en rihannas - de chunks of singing meat - on borrowed passion, on stolen grief en joy; demented in their heart and hollow to the core - What kind of man is this? Is it a man? or a distorting mirror? or a top of deadly bottom? All hopes abandoned how one can live de life? how one can memorize da voice of his unspoiled heart - Da voice ye nevah hear again... CHORUS: Winds blow - the street poles bow just as does the human heart In this endless litany that soars up and up. Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion... De bare branches break, all senses numb en distant. And as you look back at your unblessed past what else remains untouched by emptiness en vile? Quenched with vain en lies, debt-trapped en mind-restrained What kind of man is this? No angel comes. no blissful memory descends upon your heart. no memory and no salvation. All hopes abandoned how one can memorize da voice of his unspoiled heart, its purity - Da voice ye nevah hear again... CHORUS: Winds blow - the street poles bow just as does the human heart In this endless litany that soars up and up. The dark wind whirrin and slashin, rollin it right into your eardrums till they crack: Hear it wail! It wails up and up towards the blackened stars - and spreads its agonizing trail. CHORUS: Bitter winds blow - the street poles bow, and break - just as does the human heart. In this endless litany that soars up and up, Above the sadlands of your deserted heart, your heart... ***The Ship of Death by D.H. Lawrence

Lawmakers say a prayer: Good Lord, give us strength to cope, help us cheat, rip and disfavor - for above all things we loving dough. Here lootmonkeys set directions, there papercunts make up the law: they forbid, and they allow - yet they rather keen of sayin no. Your life is your legal tender: fill with it their pockets up the slit, then once you're squeezed en in a bender, they thrust ya in a shithole of defeat. Justicedealers toss decisions: black is white, and white is fuckin blue; with a diabolical precision make sure, Truth's the last thing in a queue. CHORUS: But I breathe - en I'mah legitimate, And I feel - en I'mah legitimate. Lawmakers say a prayer: Good Lord, give us strength to cope, help us cheat, rip and disfavor - for above all things we loving dough. Pigs of Justice shine and fatten fed on sorrows of a man reeking wealth, obscene and blatant: yet their shit unlikely t'hit the fan. CHORUS: But I breathe - en I'mah legitimate, And I laugh - en I'mah legitimate. Pater noster in da heaven Give us cash en daily bread. Sed libera us from Evil - Shut your mouth en don't fret! CHORUS: Cuz I breathe I'mah legitimate, Cuz I love I'mah legitimate, Cuz I dream I'mah legitimate, And cuz I hate I'mah legitimate. Is there the place where we can breathe without being tried? without being tried, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . without being tried...

Last nite I took de moontrain: it glad past thru shinin void. Carried away from earthly pain I hoped... Carried away from sorrows and pain I hoped... But when I arrived on shiny Moon. here and there the signs screamed "BUY ME!" Young man was booted by the police and bleeding. Whores flashed their teeth, clerks hurried past, cars wailing. Banks advertised their mighty lies in 3D, And Big Luna Mack ad yelped of happiness. Carried away from earthly pain I hoped - But all I cud find was only greed and gore, Carried away from earthly pain I hoped - But all I cud find was only greed... Burn your moontrain, cause all is in vain, all in vain in vain...

In da seas ov sweet romance we dove, two lucky birds - We believed, here's dat real paradise! You were all crisp en kinky, me, I was stylish en brisk - Our luv could've won competitions! CHORUS: A you and a me... now all but a reverie A you and a me... now all but... In da seas ov sweet romance we dove, two lucky birds - When one day advert arrived in a mailbox... In da galaxy ov objects en stuff we drifted forever lost - Our souls made a basic trade item, just another item, like CHORUS: A suit and a grocery... now all but a reverie; A fancier car and a bigger TV... our luv sunk in a consumer spree. A you and a me... we become things so easily, A you and a me... now our luv but...

Regulation en limitation: human cattle need a Strong Arm, yes. Discipline en subordination: mob require Systematization, yes. CHORUS: 580041204 is my serial number - tell me yours In the name of sacred Order herds obliged to pass the screening, yes. Individual has no meaning, privacy is outrage against Control, yes. CHORUS: 580041204 is my serial number - tell me yours Give me back my name! I cry out of the depths. Give me back my face! I cry out of the depths. Regulation en limitation: human cattle needs a Strong Arm, yes. Discipline en subordination: mob require Systematization, yes. Robbed of oneself, led by the whip hand, spied en commanded we draggin on. We draggin on, faceless en nameless, numbered, branded lambs in the line, Lambs in the line.

U step into my dream like angel, strange and tender: the touch of lucid fingers, the silence of your glow... I never understood the meaning of these visits – a recollection lingers and higher drifts the toll. Time no longer, and all I can think of is how high U elevate my soul. And in the morning I will long for resurrection – like 'tree that longs for dewdrops at hot july midday. Why won’t you stay, I ask your melting contures – and watch angelic glow echoing your way. Time no longer, and all I can feel and think of, O, how high U elevate my soul! My soul...

Welcome, monday morning - spectres of the blue; I’m sittin in my room with a basic view, Dead-eyed saggy sky grinnin like a slut, Tramp like wounded angel stiffens in the mud. A man’s just faceless puppet in a dirty farce; So I turn a TV on - and back nightmare comes. CHORUS: Razor blades of bills twisting on the floor, Cause man, the more you give - the more you ever owe! Shops who want your money, Cops who want your money, Banks who want your money - they’d skin you right alive. They’ll skin you right alive! TV-screen pours poison down to my veins. Mister, come and carve it out of my brains: All your glamour stories - those only good for pigs, All your rotten promises and lies you feeding us Hell-born advertisement, Gross and Net and crap, All these loads of garbage that you call Advance. Interest on mortgage - a man’s infernal trap, Interest on loan. Interest on interest. Interest on life. CHORUS: Razor blades of bills bleeding on the floor, Cause man, the more you give – the more you ever owe! Banks who want your money, Fat-cats who want your money, Law cunts who want your money - they’d skin you right alive. They’ll skin you right alive! Bank hounds making zillions, gnawing at your soul. Gov apes toll your future – a Governmental Toll! Hypermarket donkeys, Health insurance rats, Corporate blood-suckers, Military skunks. I owe them house, garden, I owe them flesh and bones – I owe them all my money - hundred generations forth, I wonder if I owe them my children and my wife. I wonder if I owe them my wishes and my dreams. I owe them everything I got – they ripped me off my life. Just ripped me off my life… CHORUS: Razor blades of bills burning on the floor, Cause brother, the more you give – the more you ever owe! Feds who want your money, Banks who want your money, Church who wants your money, And God who wants your money: Hail, Kingdom of Banknotes! Hail and blessed be hunger – a corporate-made want! Blessed be venal parliaments – hypocrisy and oath! Blessed be all authorities, corrupt and omnipotent! BE BLESSED! A Man without Face; BE BLESSED! A Football-Head Race; BE BLESSED! A Bank’s Supreme Rip-off; BE BLESSED! A Limitation Rule; BE BLESSED! A Reverend Brainwash; BE BLESSED! A Sweetness of Control; BE BLESSED! A Nation dumb and foul; BE BLESSED! A Bribery Adept, And the Whole World drawn in Debt - BE BLESSED! And so you pay and pay – yet they say, ya wrong - you don’t pay enough, And you work and work – yet they say, ya wrong - you don’t work too hard, And you try to breath and you try to love – but you’re always wrong cause All you do is wrong, And all you try is wrong, And all you live is wrong - And all they do is right! Cause they are always right! They eat you right alive! Just eat you, eat you, eat you right alive! CHORUS: Razor blades of bills twisting on the floor, Cause man, the more you give - the more you ever owe! Razor blades of bills bleeding on the floor, Cause man, the more you give - the more you ever owe! Razor blades of bills burning on the floor, Cause brother, the more you give - the more you ever owe! Razor blades of bills, Razor blades of bills, Oh, razor blades of bills... Feds who want your money, And church who wants your money: Hail, Kingdom of Banknotes! And as this shiny world deludes and bites and stings, I'll cut my tired veins with razor blades of bills - and quietly sail away on sadness of my wings(...)