1. |
South Of Hippie
04:29
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We Are Your Graves
Dig Us Deep Freedom Slaves
Our Might Surrounds Your Skin
Rising Hate From Deep Within
An unforeseen looter inside of your mind
Run all you hippies – no peace you will find
Judgement day's coming – you won't be reborn
Buddha has died – now pray to the horns
He's the one king – 666 is his sign
All that was yours – now it's all mine
Your father of sheeps has been killed by the goat
And these are the words we all now promote:
Run all you hippies
Run all you hippies
Run all you hippies
Run, run, run all of you hippies (x2)
SOLO
Forgotten children will never return
All of your churches and priests now will burn
The fallen angel awaits you in hell
The beast of the flesh crawls out of the shell
Your soul, it is drowned in the sulphur lakes
The princess of darkness rapes your mistakes
Will you now accept that this freedom ain't free
Will your ears keep bleeding what your eyes can't see?
SOLO
The root of all hippies has been burned from the earth
And all of this lyrics make sense in reverse
Guess you can't handle all of this shit
Now come on, get nearer, inside of the pit
The snake is the landlord of principle number one
Jesus wept silent and now he is done
His father is rotting inside of your heart
Breast feeding of Mommy's the cause for first fart
SOLO
THE FINAL DEATH OF HIPPIES
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2. |
Empire
03:35
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Building an empire from the weakness they were taught
Manipulating thoughts – tearing them apart
Still teach them that it's positive - „Just question your own faults!“
Money to your pocket – the only result!
POWER GREEDY MONEY STINKING ASSHOLES IN A MANSION!
ALWAYS MENTION TENSION OR THERE'S NO ASCENSION!
Preaching from your throne with your false compassion
Manipulating people -This, your true confession
Teach them we are negative – that's our sole effect
Money in your pocket, leave this people wrecked!
POWER GREEDY MONEY STINKING ASSHOLES IN A MANSION!
ALWAYS MENTION TENSION OR THERE'S NO ASCENSION!
Let's burn down your empire with our love for mankind
Regulating Karma – your worship we decline
Positive or negative an individual approach
Master versus slave – a rebel's his own best coach
Negative to positive – vice versa's still the same
Fucking for virginity – go to where you came
(x2)
POWER GREEDY MONEY STINKING ASSHOLES IN A MANSION!
ALWAYS MENTION TENSION OR THERE'S NO ASCENSION!
POWER GREEDY MONEY STINKING ASSHOLES IN A MANSION!
ALWAYS MENTION TENSION OR THERE'S NO ASCENSION!
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3. |
Cocaine Blues
06:26
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Snorting lines – redefines – running blind – another kind
Snorting lines – redefines – warning signs - nevermind
My will is your command
No one can disobey
The freedom I will grant
The cage in which you stay
And that's how I control
My drug of choice – decay
With freedom in a hole
The rules are set – let's play
Setting rules – For the fools
Making tools – Out of fools
Putrid mules – Only fools
Only fools – Follow rules
A clockwork system runs
A rotten state of fails
Shooting rusted guns
At the great white whale
March on long dead sons
Keeping wheels on rail
An engine for my puns
Commands are only wails
Take me away from the bad feelings in me.
Take me away from all the things I hide.
In your fame now I will suffer
In your fame now I will cry
As you eat my brain and mind
And devastate me till the day I die
Just eat away all of my feelings
Am I forced now to inhale your lie?
Make me great, better than all
Let my personality pass me by...
I will suffer, I will cry
Brain and mind till the day I die
All my feelings inhale your lie
Better than all - I'm passing by...
CHORUS (mason):
In my name I make you suffer
In my name I make you cry
Eating up your brain and mind
Devastate you till the day you die
I absorb all your feelings
When I force you to inhale the lie
You feel great, better than all
But insanity passes by...
I just need another dose of mojo.
Why can't I get my fucking mojo?
Just give me my dose of shitty mojo.
'Cause my mojo needs more mojo!
SOLO
CHORUS (mason):
In my name I make you suffer
In my name I make you cry
Eating up your brain and mind
Devastate you till the day you die
I absorb all your feelings
When I force you to inhale the lie
You feel great, better than all
But insanity passes by...
CHORUS (eugen):
In your name I now will suffer
In your name I poorly cry
As you eat my brain and mind
And devastate me till the day I die
Now eat away all my feelings
Because I'm forced to inhale all lies
To feel great, better than all
With insanity I'm passing by...
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4. |
No One Survives
04:46
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Bloodsoaked – Your Clothes Torn To Pieces
And Totally Destroyed
Your Mangled Body Leaks On Nearly Every Point Of View
Broken Eyes That Stare
Empty Into The Sky
And No One Is There And Asks Desperately „why?“
No One Survived The Final Deadly Blast
The End Has Come And Killed All That Lives At Last
No One Survives
At The End We All Get A Meeting With The Great Divider
At The End The Planet Earth Will Be A Piece Of Melting Wax In A Dying Sun
At The The End The Universe Will Freeze To Mindless Eternity
At The End No One Will Hear Lifes Silent Screams
No One Survived The Final Deadly Blast
The End Has Come And Killed All That Lives At Last
No One Survives
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5. |
Despair
05:14
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O'er the midnight moorlands crying,
Thro' the cypress forests sighing,
In the night-wind madly flying,
Hellish forms with streaming hair;
In the barren branches creaking,
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking,
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking,
Damn'd demons of despair.
Once, I think I half remember,
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember,
Liv'd there such a thing as bliss;
Skies that now are dark were beaming,
Bold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn'd it all was dreaming —
Deadly drowsiness of Dis.
But the stream of Time, swift flowing,
Brings the torment of half-knowing —
Dimly rushing, blindly going
Past the never-trodden lea;
And the voyager, repining,
Sees the wicked death-fires shining,
Hears the wicked petrel's whining
As he helpless drifts to sea.
Evil wings in ether beating;
Vultures at the spirit eating;
Things unseen forever fleeting
Black against the leering sky.
Ghastly shades of bygone gladness,
Clawing fiends of future sadness,
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Ever on the soul to lie.
Thus the living, lone and sobbing,
In the throes of anguish throbbing,
With the loathsome Furies robbing
Night and noon of peace and rest.
But beyond the groans and grating
Of abhorrent Life, is waiting
Sweet Oblivion, culminating
All the years of fruitless quest.
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6. |
Schremmhämmer
04:46
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Have you heard it?
Do you care?
Once you're in it,
Are you scared?
Can't you see it?
Do you even care?
Once more bring it,
Dead Eyes Stare!!!
Chorus:
The big show now is missing
You're hanging by your balls
Your whole life – yours, so missing
You're where the dying calls
Again and lonely spinning
As senses slowly fall
That's where we all belong
That's where we slowly fall!!!
The curtain's rising
As you stare
Fantasizing
Standing there
Audience mesmerizing
Staring even there
Neutralizing
Dead Eyes Stare!!!
Chorus:
The big show now is missing
You're hanging by your balls
Your whole life – yours so dissing
You're where the dying calls
Again and lonely spinning
As senses slowly fall
That's where we all belong
That's where we slowly fall!!!
Once more bring it
Can't you see it?
Once more in it
Now you've heard it!
Once more...!
Can't you...?
Once more...!
Now you...!
yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me (psalm 23:4)
...to the land of deepest night, of utter darkness and disorder, where even the light is like darkness. (job 10:22)
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7. |
Zuckerberg Mosh
02:05
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posting all your private shit on the internet
look, my little kitty! What you think of that?
Hanging by a rope, tortured to near death
everything goes online – even oldschool thrash
posting all the pictures from your smartphones cam
pissed off that I missed one, it's just fucking spam
facebook every minute, brain fuck overflow
everything saved online – even our damn show
you are the new posers, reaching for fake fame
after seven seconds three new messages gained
hipsters, pirates, occupied – short attention span
no one's no longer offline – the NSA you damn
POST - SEND - REFRESH – THRASH!!!
POST - SEND - REFRESH – THRASH!!!
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8. |
Selachimorpha
07:27
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Go to sleep my little pirates
This net is full with fishies from the sea
Close your eyes now streaming surfers
These sharks bite just in reality
Your facing books that control livings
The birds don't twitter anymore
This pages lead to your damnation
A world outside – Open your door
The sailor follows every wake
Every move is done for captains sake
(But) Constant dripping wears the stone
Now work your fingers to the bone
(2)
(The) Sky up above – much too far to --- ---- ------REACH
Prayers unheard – nevermind, just --- ---- ------PREACH
Follow your goals – all the way it --- ---- -----LEADS
Calls for the damned --- ---- -----MISTREATS
(x2)
(2)
No screaming – No fun
In the dead of night
No screaming – No fun
Can you get this right?
No screaming – No fun --- ---- ----- No screaming
No screaming – No fun --- ---- ----- No fun
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Turn Out Innsbruck, Austria
Wolfgang 'Mason' Maurer - guitar (1997 - now)
Andreas 'Tinti' Deutinger - bass (2002
- now)
Michael Gassebner - drums (2006 - now)
Eugen Cech - vocals (2011 - 2018)
________________
past members:
Marcy Brownstone - guitar (2008 - 2013)
Stephan El Batawy - vocals (2002 - 2011)
Severin Gombocz - guitar (2002 - 2008)
Otto Horvath - vocals (2001)
Christian Fürtinger - drums (1997 - 2006)
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