‘Death Industry’ Lyrics

Our lives are the same – lecherous waste
Live for the end – prey for the hit
Stand in line percentile drone – get back in line
Socially adjusted – living to die

Living to die

YOU ARE ALL JUST PATHETIC SLAVES
LIVING TO SERVE THE RAT RACE
HUMANS STRIVING AS A ROTTING RACE
BLEEDING AND DYING IN VEIN

What makes you think you’re so different?
Soul torn out from the medial bullshit
Worthless life festering in the stream
Kill yourself now or live with disease
There is no option

Living to die

YOU ARE ALL JUST PATHETIC SLAVES
LIVING TO SERVE THE RAT RACE
HUMANS STRIVING AS A ROTTING RACE
BLEEDING AND DYING IN VEIN

Dead to this place, I am not of your kind
Your faces catalouged
Look to the future – vermin feasting on your flesh
Mass graves – your choices destined your end

Suffer – bleed
You will not infect me
Suffer – bleed
See it the way I see

YOU ARE ALL JUST PATHETIC SLAVES
LIVING TO SERVE THE RAT RACE
HUMANS STRIVING AS A ROTTING RACE
BLEEDING AND DYING IN VEIN
You are all spreading disease
Point of life – I cannot see
Stuggle on – ignore your pain
Live with one foot in the grave

It would be pure delight
Watching you try to survive
The human race will kill itself
Suffer and die

‘Spiritual Submission’ Lyrics

To you non-believes are agents of satan
No need for me to have a god – no lie to defend
Clean soul – don’t tell me what to believe
My spirit is mine – never diseased

Never fucking diseased

TO ME I SEE YOUR GOD IS A LIE
WEAK OF MIND – SCARED AND BLIND
DEAD TO US – WE LIVE OUR LIVES
TO END YOUR KIND – FREE OF ALL TIES

What you believe and preach do not apply to me
Your words force fed to masses submitted unto thee
Look to the light – acid burns my eyes
You rape the lost souls yet we are despised
My time to burn in hell will never come
A book with no meaning – dead and gone

TO ME I SEE YOUR GOD IS A LIE
WEAK OF MIND – SCARED AND BLIND
DEAD TO US – WE LIVE OUR LIVES
TO END YOUR KIND – FREE OF ALL TIES

Submitted to the sky – death of mind
Spawn of the whore – pray till you die
Devide and bleed – unite to survive
Raped as a species – submit your life
Sabbath day of death
Salvation is not

TO ME I SEE YOUR GOD IS A LIE
WEAK OF MIND – SCARED AND BLIND
DEAD TO US – WE LIVE OUR LIVES
TO END YOUR KIND – FREE OF ALL TIES

God is a lie

‘Someone’ Lyrics

Shouldn’t I be happy now?
When is it going to be my turn?
Why does it always feel this way?
So what the fuck is wrong with me?

Someone

THE SINKING GOES DEEPER
INSIDE ME IT LINGERS

I have always felt I am nobody
Irrelevant fool – just leave me on standby
Once had a father – I thought he cared
My mistake – it always is…

Someone

THE SINKING GOES DEEPER
INSIDE ME IT LINGERS

Is it paranoia? Why am I here?
Why do I attach?
Fucking fool – pathetic drone
When will I realise life’s better lived alone

Before my blind eyes I realise
That it’s my fault
All my fault

THE SINKING GOES DEEPER
INSIDE ME IT LINGERS

Someone

‘T.C.O.E.’ Lyrics

Eyes cast on me – concrete perceptions
Lifestyle choice – force fed – injected?
Who do you think you are to judge me?
Look at yourself – fucking scum

I SEE YOUR FACES – PRAY FOR YOUR DEATH
MY DREAMS FULLFILLED – WITH YOUR LAST BREATH
YOU FILL MY DREAMS – YOU STRETCH MY MIND
MELTING YOUR FLESH – END TO YOUR KIND

The sickening sweat of awakening into this existence
Facing the age of slaves
I never chose to breath this air
Endless confusion – frustration – despair

I SEE YOUR FACES – PRAY FOR YOUR DEATH
MY DREAMS FULLFILLED – WITH YOUR LAST BREATH
YOU FILL MY DREAMS – YOU STRETCH MY MIND
MELTING YOUR FLESH – END TO YOUR KIND

You run wounded – scared
Is it time to pay for your ways
The blade hits your kneecaps
You crawl screaming for mercy
Head held back – the cold steel slides
Your eyes cold black

See you in hell

I SEE YOUR FACES – PRAY FOR YOUR DEATH
MY DREAMS FULLFILLED – WITH YOUR LAST BREATH
YOU FILL MY DREAMS – YOU STRETCH MY MIND
MELTING YOUR FLESH – END TO YOUR KIND

‘John Lung God’ Lyrics

From beginning to end – he takes it whole
Warming the car with his scented breath
Newbe fuck ass lamers – would surely face their death

THEY CALL HIM JOHN LUNG GOD

He takes his lungs like he plays CS
He drives his car like a son of a bitch
What a god – he is a god – John Lung God
From beginning to end – he took it whole
Warming the car with his scented breath
A lung that big was taken once
And now that poor bastard is dead

THEY CALL HIM JOHN LUNG GOD