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Guten Abend
00:01
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Kill Freedom
03:00
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This threat is the worst yet.
We regret the loss of liberty.
It's mandatory. Your security
is more important than some old piece of paper.
Don't give me that "Constitution" crap today.
It's not like you were using your freedom anyway.
The right to shop, to obey every cop,
to toe the line, to stand behind every demagogue:
these are the only rights preserved.
Democracy is well-served by your guardians of virtue.
Kill, kill, kill freedom
before it kills you.
There ought to be limits to what's free
Freedom is about authority
and plutocracy.
That's the American way.
That's the way it is today.
So salute the flag and sing your hymn
and nevermind about what happened to him.
Fear thy neighbor, hate the other,
and let every man snitch upon his brother.
Kill, kill, kill freedom
before it kills you.
(What you have to spew and spread
is extremely dangerous.
It's dangerous!
And it's dangerous for our children to even know
that your philosophy exists!)
And if you get some funny idea
about your so-called "rights,"
we have thousands of cops just waiting to put out your lights.
We have dozens of pundits, 24 hours a day,
to disparage and distort everything you say.
We have millions of dollars to spend on our campaign:
"Freedom is slavery and sanity's insane!"
Give us your liberty (you'll never get it back)
and you'll give us more after the next attack.
What do we care? We're doing God's will.
An angel gets his wings for every enemy we kill.
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3. |
Idée Fixe
02:04
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Eyes unblinking, can't stop thinking,
took some No-Doz, stared at your photos.
Mental mayhem at three AM.
The question I face: How do you taste?
Lock me up with all the freaks.
Idée fixe, idée fixe.
I've thought about you for weeks.
Idée fixe, idée fixe.
It's a question of obsession.
My willpower's drained from my poor brain.
I've been trained to consume from the womb to the tomb;
to turn my obsessions into my possessions.
Lock me up with all the freaks.
Idée fixe, idée fixe.
I've thought about you for weeks.
Idée fixe, idée fixe.
Your eyes, your hair, your lips, your cheeks.
Idée fixe, idée fixe.
I'll never get what my heart seeks.
Idée fixe, idée fixe.
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4. |
Numbers 31
02:30
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If God told you,
what would you do?
In the land of Midian a young girl trembles
as her town burns down and the enemy assembles
She knows nothing about bloody history ...
"My little brother, I fear for your life
Some holy soldier wants to make me his wife.
He'll tear you away and put you to the sword
all in the name of his loving Lord.
They're killing us all—we'll never survive—
because of some crime before we were alive.
I hope you'll die quick and painlessly
so you won't have to see
the soldier rape me."
If God ordained the Noachian flood,
He could easily spill infant blood.
If God ordained this atrocity
He could easily kill everybody.
Is this bloodthirsty tyrant worthy of worship?
From ancient words to a new covenant,
God Himself does not repent.
Saved by faith, no longer condemned,
but in the end,
the bloodbath begins again.
The souls pile up.
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5. |
Shut Your Mouth
04:05
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We'd all be much better off if you'd just shut your mouth.
Stop the raw meat flowing in. Stop the venom flowing out.
Your mouth: All teeth and razor tongue.
You gnawed whatever you could find.
You charmed us with the songs you sung.
You chewed our legs off. We don't mind.
We'd all be much better off if you'd just shut your eyes.
Stop coveting what you see. Stop the venom in your mind.
Your mind: Calculating debt and cost
with elaborate philosophies
to justify a holocaust.
Your kingdom's made of ash.
We'd all be much better off if you'd just shut your mouth.
Stop the fresh blood flowing out. Stop the warplanes flying out.
Shut your mouth.
Hinge down, hinge up, biting.
Power versus power, fighting.
Canine versus canine, grinding.
Draining, blaming, blinding.
A man stands in the valley, lusting,
with pistons and dull blades thrusting.
Eat life and spew out dead sludge.
Your god can't soothe this grudge.
Like Fenrir, you devour.
We've come to put you under
and at the appointed hour
we'll tear your jaws asunder.
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Shave the Ape
03:16
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See his knuckles scrape, see his mouth agape.
Calm him, tame him, love him, change him.
Try to clean the slate. Try to shave the ape.
Calm him, tame him, love him, change him.
When are you ever gonna recognize?
Some creatures can't be civilized.
He's the kind of problem that can't be solved.
He's the kind of beast that won't evolve.
See his knuckles scrape, see his mouth agape.
Calm him, tame him, love him, change him.
Try to clean the slate. Try to shave the ape.
Calm him, tame him, love him, change him.
When are you ever gonna recognize?
Some creatures can't be civilized.
He's the kind of problem that can't be solved.
He's the kind of beast that won't evolve.
No, you can't shave the ape.
He walks and talks like a man.
He's got you fooled with his plan.
Thanks to you, he's all set.
That beast treats you like his pet.
This task is far too Sisyphean.
Don't treat him like a human being.
How much more can you take?
Do you acknowledge your mistake?
There's nothing left to say.
Just turn around and walk away.
You cannot shave the ape.
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7. |
Prophecy
02:20
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Coiled up, gleaming
Breathing, dreaming
Planning, biding
I'm sick of hiding
Slough off this skin
We'll see what's within
Coming unwound
The serpent unbound
It was foretold,
this conflict so old.
A reptile curled at the base of your skull.
A tentacled thing that clings to the hull.
Weeping, gnashing, lashing at your heart
Promethean fire blowing Heaven apart.
Coming unwound
The serpent unbound
It was foretold,
this conflict so old.
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8. |
The Voice
05:19
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In my heart I feel the truth.
In my heart I feel I'm right.
I know God is on my side.
In my fists I feel His might.
Billions of believers
claim they hear His commands,
claim they know His will,
claim they know His plans.
And what a surprise, the voice from the skies
always agrees with them.
Their law is His law
and their whim is His whim.
In my heart I feel the truth.
In my heart I feel I'm right.
I know Allah is on my side.
In my fists I feel His might.
Millions of madmen
have found the perfect excuse
to slaughter all their enemies
and those who break taboos.
Forgive me if I must always ask why
believers can't get it straight.
Some speak of peace and eternal love,
some salivate over war and hate.
Some will fret about what they eat,
some condemn us for who we love,
some will tell that we're doomed to hell
and laugh at us from up above.
In my heart I feel the truth.
In my heart I know I'm right.
I know Christ is on my side.
In my fists I feel His might.
The voice you hear inside your ear,
to which God does it belong?
And which sect does it confirm?
Whose teaching says it's wrong?
In my mind I have a Voice.
Tell me what I want to hear.
Confirm everything I already believe.
Pour guilt and fear in my ear.
I hear a Voice ...
Tell me please, while you're on your knees,
who better serves the Lord?
The madman with blood on his hands
or the saint with the holy sword?
They both swear they know where
their commands came from.
They both claim to act in His name
while slaying Satan's scum.
How can you tell the difference between a holy voice in your brain
and the crazy justifications of the hopelessly insane?
Whose voice is that inside my mind?
Is it God's?
Or is it mine?
I hear a Voice ...
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9. |
Countdown
02:26
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The hours envelop us until it seems
that things have always been this way.
My memory loops around each day.
These eight-hour days. Won't the end come?
The years absorb us until it seems
that things have always been this way.
My memory loops through each decade.
Each long decade. Won't the end come?
The decades produce us and put us away.
Things have always been this way.
Our memories loop from birth to death day.
A notch on the countdown. Now the end comes.
Millennia hide behind our machines.
Things have not always been this way.
Our memories say what books make them say,
what the bosses and the priests say.
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10. |
The Double Greatest
01:22
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I'm the Einstein of pugilism, each jab an atom bomb.
After I'm through with you, you'll want to call your mom.
The peak of every mountaintop, the beautifullest weather.
Untouchable in every way, I'm gonna live forever!
You can't stop me!
King Kong ain't got nothin' on me.
I'm so mean, I had a dream I beat myself up.
Poetry flows through these lips; it's hard to keep my mouth shut.
I am immortal; inside of me, the blood of kings.
A holiday should be declared each time I step inside the ring.
Have you ever seen such beauty in body, soul and mind?
I'm the center of the universe, the greatest of all time.
King Kong ain't got nothin' on me!
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11. |
Your Side
14:44
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All your saints are sinning
and all your bells have stopped ringing.
At least your side is winning.
You spent so much time in front of that line.
You don't know (we know) no one's behind you any more.
With throat cut, you've stopped singing.
You aspire to be the perfect lemming.
At least your side is winning.
You spent so much time in front of that line.
You don't know (we know) no one's behind you any more.
Your life's not worth a pfennig.
Your time is rapidly ending.
At least your side is winning.
At least your side is winning.
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Brother Doubt Louisville, Kentucky
Born in 2007, died in 2010.
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