Get Out
Voices screaming to reject my will, engulf me, control me, command me to kill.
Ripping and tearing and fucking me to death, raging flame of hate inside, builds with every single breath...
IN FRONT OF ME!
BEHIND ME!
INSIDE ME!
SURROUNDS ME!
GET OUT!
Constant vibrations, twist through my blood.
Thrusting me forward to what I've come to love.
I'm getting beat with my own brain to slaughter with a smile, my ears bleed, my eyes cross, I'm drowning in my own BILE...
IN FRONT OF ME!
BEHIND ME!
INSIDE ME!
SURROUNDS ME!
GET OUT!
VANISH!

No One I Call Friend
All of them are losers!
All of them are fake!
All of them are demons!
All of them just take!
All of them are two-faced!
All of them just speak!
So wrapped up in their own lies they don't see themselves so weak!
NO ONE I CALL FRIEND!
You are not my friend!
All of them are pathetic!
All of them are shit!
All of them aren't worthy!
They're not worth my spit!
All of you are victims!
All of them are thieves!
Consume, devour and fuck themselves just like a piece of meat!
NO ONE I CALL FRIEND!
You are not my friend!
You're all fucking losers!
Left you all behind.
I took some time to realize, you are not my kind.
All of you are gluttons!
All of you are mutts!
Flap around in your own BILE, you fat, fucking sluts!
NO ONE I CALL FRIEND!
You are not my friend!
You are not my friend!

In League
Pretty boy with a gun, bang-bang, fun-fun.
Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back it's your wife!
Heroin, load my blood, shoot-shoot, fun-fun.
Pretty girl on ecstasy, now she wants to fuck me.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease.
Pretty thing with no head
That's OK, better off dead!
Warm blood everywhere
Shave off all my hair!
Pretty girl, what's she worth?
Stick it where it really hurts!
Government experiment, welcome to my accident.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, and we have no fear, we are the anti of all you hold dear.
Social disease, down on your knees.
Covered in fleas, give me a freeze.
I am a clown, I am disgrace.
It's always thrown up in my face.
Through ignorance, I always fight.
Better face it, I'm always right.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease...

I Reject
I am the living dead, I see in infra-red.
I take what I don't need, I crush - you bleed.
I REJECT!
I fall out of line, I kill on my own time.
I stand where you don't dare, my stench in the air!
I REJECT!

Weather Control
Manic Depression!
My spastic obsession!
Lose and fall and fail and stop.
I make my way back from the top.

Sex Reflex
You'll never let me, you'll never get me, you'll never get me away. Don't ever want me, don't ever love me, I'll just push you away.
When you plunge through me with your thinning blade, I get so turned on, about being slayed. Forever hot bitch, hot sex,
she burns with SEX REFLEX.
You'll never never try me, or multiply me, I'll make you cut away. You'll just go by me, won't satisfy me, I'll just push you out of the way.
When you plunge through me with your thinning blade, I get so turned on, about being slayed. It's not the way you love me, hot bitch, hot sex, she burns with SEX REFLEX.
Hot bitch, hot sex, she burns with SEX REFLEX.
It's not the way you love me.
It's not the way you love me.
It's not the way you love me.
I t's the way that you don't...

Ura Fucking Loser
As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air.
All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within.
Feeling like shit, again, again, again, again!
URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
Never rise, stuck within the depths of which I dwell.
No way out, feel I'll meet my maker soon.
I'm just waiting to die and take a different form.
I am cold, smiling as hate keeps burning my soul.
URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
You're a fucking loser!
That's all that you'll be.
You're just a fucking loser!
No, not me!
URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
FUCK OFF YOU AIN'T SHIT!

Teknowhore
Depression sets in, my world is grim.
Depression is in, post life is dim.
I am so low.
I am at a low.
I'm beneath the hopes and dreams of everything I know.
I see the road to nowhere, it's tattooed in my brain.
I'm spitting chunks of BILE, that's drowning me insane!
TEKNOWHORE!
Depression is in, my world is grim.
Depression is in, it's taken me in.
I am so low.
I am at a low.
I'm beneath the hopes and dreams of everything I know.
I've seen the road to nowhere, I've seen it in my brain.
What I want and what I am, will never be the same!
TEKNOWHORE!

Betty Page
She's out slummin' for another fix, down on her knees giving last licks. She's got senior rights, don't show her age, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE.
Rubber skin so sharp it cuts, she's the rubber lover to all the sluts. Glory holes in sleazy walls, R.H.Bear cruises mens' room stalls.
She's got the love, she's got the rage, a digital bitch you can't upstage. Bound and shagged inside her cage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE.
She loves to love the love you hold, she does it hot but oh so cold. Puss-bone white, super tight, she's triple-X by candlelight.WEEDA- WEEDA- WADDA- HOODA- HOODA- HA, don't need no lube she likes it raw.
Hands tied down leave you alone, she's seen more rods than the twilight zone. She's got the love, she's got the rage, a digital bitch you cant upstage.
Bound and shagged inside her cage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE. She's the snake with the poison apple, she licks down your blood sample. Something in the way she grinds her hips and ooohh, check out those tits.
Take out the whips, open the crypts, ROCKY HORROR has your lips. A digital bitch you cant upstage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE. She loves the meat, she loves the truck, take her hot pants off and fuck, fuck, fuck.
She's a high priced hooker with devil tattoos, and a clean
shaved fox, cooh cooh cooh ka joo. Sit at home you're the masturbater, she gets off when you hate her.
TORI AMOS with bad vodka, she wants blood and you cant stop her. She's got the love, she's got the rage, a digital bitch you cant upstage. Bound and shagged inside her cage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE.
BLACK SHEEP, GOD.
BLACK SHEEP, GOD.
BLACK SHEEP, GOD.
BLACK SHEEP, GOD.