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CELESTIAL
humans are trimmed puzzle pieces
in a system which doesn't satiate them, just keep em alive
which doesn't satisfy them, just keep em quiet
which doesn't make em free, just keep em controlled
disengage from these chains of our puppetsystem
withstand authorities, politicans and the law
no one dares
no one sees
no one accepts
everyone lives in subliminal fear
don't let yourself be controlled
[Fuck
This
Slamister up in this bitch
Burn humanity
Worthless waste of dna
So kill yourself] Slamister Part
they're numb empty victims of their self-induced circumstances
just let them rot in their golden cage
humankind is not assigned to cogitation
spread spread spread like a virus
if the chips are down
you'll all gorge yourselfes
I want to cut out the eyes of the world
But they are too blind to see
I want to stab in their head, pull out the brain and bruise it slowly
THIS WORLD IS SHIT
RULED BY SHIT
BUILD OF SHIT
OCCUPIED WITH SHIT
purge this earth from its sickness
BURN THEM
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Alles was du hast hat irgendwann dich
Jedes Jahr n neues Handy
Jedes Jahr n neuer iPod, Laptop, Xbox, Neue Möbel
Sind mit Sollbruchstellen versehen
Sind nach einem Jahr defekt
Nein, das Bedürfnis ist nie gestillt
Nein, der Preis ist nie zu hoch
Kabelbruch, Bildschirm splittert
UND DU BIST ANGEFIXT
KONSUM (Maxi+Phil)
KONSUM (Maxi+Phil)
Du bist Opfer deiner Gier
Du bist Sklave deines Guts
rastlos, ruhelos, MATERIALISMUS
Marionette deiner personalisierten Werbung
Marionette der Industrie
MANIPULATIV
KONSUM (Maxi+Phil)
KONSUM (Maxi+Phil)
Keine Individualität
Du bist deine Markenkleidung
Du bist dein Haus, dein Auto, deine Selbstdarstellung
Was bist du ohne das?
Was macht dich aus?
Weisst nicht wer du bist
Weisst nicht wie du ohne könntest
Was dich am Leben hält sind materieller Wohlstand und KONSUM
[Für deine Art spür ich Intoleranz
Rayban in der Fresse, tret sie dir wenn ich tanz
Mama kauft alles, Cap und Hyperadapts
Blut spritzt auf die Sneaker, Nase nie wieder ganz] Act Of Cruelty Part
(Maxi+Phil):
Sklave deines Wohlstands
Keine Symbiose
Dein Hab und Gut ist ein Parasit
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THIS IS THE END
There are no beasts
There are only humans
There is no peace
There is only truce
False promises
bait them with lies
just take the poor
just keep em dump
exploited pawns
a bogeyman
made out of jaundice
killer doll finished
and the arms industry booms
and their greed beats their morale
and their wallets get bigger and bigger
war is like chess
pawns are cannon fodder
1960, Vietnam, Cold War
the military regime in the south
feared an occupation by the communistic north
potential domino effect on other countries
So the self-appointed world police
commissioned the NSA to spread hoaxes
of an aggression by the north
USS Maddox incident, one of their first fake news
and their war crimes begin!
Napalm, burn them from above like a coward
Agent Orange, let them perish of starvation
execute a destitute man in broad daylight
by the major general of Saigon
[Bryans (Drowning/LoveLost) Part]
how many people left to die
until it's too late
peace movements and the
fatigue of their troops
enforced a peace treaty
which bastards deserve a nobel peace price
for killing over 3 million people
and planning to strike with nuclear weapons?!
HANG THOSE HYPOCRITES!
THIS IS GUNISHMENT [Gunishment, Charlie]
Getting away with murder and theft
Stealing from the poor until there is nothing left.
Generating grief and creating hate,
Time to turn the tide before it's too late.
The strength of a majority can defeat all,
Take a stand and break that wall!
No more opression, time to be free,
An eternal struggle for liberty. [xVICIOUSx, Davy]
Es hora de que los soldados regresen a capó motherfucker!
Te veo [Gunishment, Charlie 4:09-4:25]
This world in arms is not spending money alone.
It is spending the sweat of its laborers,
the genius of its scientists,
the hopes of its children. [PutrifiedJ, Jason 4:09-4:25]
Every gun that is made,
every warship launched,
every rocket fired signifies,
in the final sense,
a theft from those who hunger
and aren't fed,
those who are cold
and aren't clothed.
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You all should know this track!
Lyrics and Instrumentals by NO ZODIAC
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When death struck the earth,
and chaos ruled,
the earth was cleansed,
from the human plague.
You will fucking die,
without any pride.
Doom.
Skulls and bodyparts,
rivers filled with blood.
This is the end,
of everything.
Erased
From
Humanity
Beg for your life,
beg for your redemption.
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Radiation,
bodies get dissolved.
There is no trace of human kind.
Between the torn apart,
nobody will remember.
Their deeds will stay unspoken,
silence of Death.
Supressed till the end.
Murder, hunger,
nobody is helping.
Polute the environment.
Global warming,
keeps money flowing.
The earth will die.
World peace restored,
with the use of nuclear warheads.
World peace restored.
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Death.
Taken away from their familys.
Will.
Bits and pieces of their dead bodies.
Rise.
Civilian Militia.
Familys escaping.
Improvised warfare,
paid by the government.
Piles of dead bodies on the streets.
Freedom took their lifes.
Streams of their blood,
turn the sea red.
Casualties taken,
without any remorse.
Woman and children getting killed.
Dying soldiers get left behind.
The end of their lifes is near.
Bombs are dropping,
shrapnel is flying.
Mass Graves erected in the cities.
The omnipresence of death.
Shell shock, OCD.
The soldiers scared for life.
They seek redemption in taking their own life.
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Slugs in your head,
shot to your death,
by my hand.
Lifeless bodys,
in the basement,
rotting.
I have become,
eradicator of life.
I have become,
destroyer of worlds.
Hacking and slashing,
this is eternal revenge.
Count your last days,
Count your last days.
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Jow ihr Fotzen.
Celestial Fistfuck.
Nihilist Split.
2018 ihr Hurensöhne.
Ich reiss dir deinen drecks Darm raus,
wickel ihn um deinen verranzten Hals,
häng ihn übern Ast,
und schau wie deine Welt entschwindet,
du wertlose verschissene Slut.
Suffer!
The light in your eyes is fading.
Your movements come to a halt.
With every wrested piece of life,
my satisfaction increases.
With every endless excruciating second,
your whole beeing turns to dirt.
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This is the end of the world,
and all existence.
You're better hanging dead,
exhale the breath of life.
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released February 27, 2020
