Conspiracy is the game
That the US likes to play
Working, work a thousand ways
And still you´re only a slave
Working for your meals
and you´re working for your days
And still you work to go to
Bed with anyone you feel
And you´re walking down the street
and you´re playing part of the game
`Cause all the time they´re watching
You know how you feel
And you think you wanna kill something
To deal with how you feel
But every time you try they slash you with their head
And you´re standing in a line
And you´re waiting for government goods
and you´re thinking that you´re part of them
Try and get a job
But what can you do?
Secretaries, lawyers...
I got a life
Fuck ´em
I got a right
Fuck ´em
Don´t need a date
Fuck ´em
Don´t need my car
Fuck ´em
The neon signs
Fuck ´em
We got the powerPushed down the stairs - built of coffins
Morbid fear - in the dungeons
Tied to the rack - knife across your breasts
Beaten and strangled - brutal shattered chest
Suffocate in blood
Exorted confession
Intense excruciation
Total evisceration
Await the execution
Nails driven into your eyes
Crucifix pressed to your forehead
Evil exorcised
Fucked by the bishop - in front of a laughing crowd
Forced down on your knees - Swallow holy cum
Torn out vagina - sawed off limbs
Glowing iron in your anus - broken on the wheel
Ripped to shreds
Exorted confession
Intense excruciation
Total eviscreation
Await the execution
Now you are carried to the pyre
Soon to be released
Purity through fire
("Purity through fire" is dedicated to the memory of Petra
Menneweger, *28.7.1978 - 17.4.1997 (R.I.P.))