1 - COLD HATE (ORIGINALLY BY DEAD WORLD, 1993)
CATHODE RAY MESSIAH, WINDOW TO THE SOUL,
ERADICATE ALL RATIONAL THOUGHT, LET'S KILL AND HIT THE ROAD.
SEVERED HEAD AND EMPTY HEART, FEET SWING WITH THE WIND.
TORCH THE CHURCH AND SHOOT THE PRIEST, WE ARE WALKING SIN.
COLD HATE! COLD HATE! COLD HATE! COLD HATE!
MURDER WITHOUT REASON, DISPENSE WITH MORAL RULE.
BREAK THE CHAINS THAT BIND YOU, SPILL THE BLOOD OF TRUTH.
RUSTY SCALPEL AMPUTATION, NO ANESTHETIC AT HAND.
WARPED GUISE OF MODERN CULTURE, IT'S ALL PART OF THE PLAN
ALTERED PLANE OF MY CONCEPTION, ONE LINK UPON THE CHAIN.
BURY THE PAIN, BURY IT, VENT ALL HATRED IN VAIN
RAPE THE WOUND, INFECT THE PURE, VIRUS OF THE WORD
DISSENT THE ESTABLISHMENT, TAKE PRIDE IN THE ABSURD.
I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY, DESPISE YOUR TRUST.
HEAD FULL OF ANGER, HEART FULL OF HATE, TWISTED SADISTIC LUST.
LAY THE BLADE UPON MY BACK, SMOTHER IT WITH LIES.
BEAT ME SENSELESS, BEAT ME SENSELESS, JOY TO HEAR MY CRIES.
2 - cling to an image (originally by meathook seed, 1994)
ALONE I LIE, COLD, MISCONSTRUED
MY GRIP IS LOST ON THAT WHICH IS REAL
CRYSTAL CLEAR, A MEMORY, i RECALL CONSTANTLY
IT COMFORTS MY LONLINESS AND FILLS MY EMPTY SPACECOLD, MISCONTRUED, ALONE I LIKE
MY GRIP IS LOST ON THAT WHICH IS REAL
I LIE TO MYSELF, REPEATEDLY I ACT, AS IF IT STILL EXISTS
DEEP DOWN I KNOW THE [GRIM REALISTIC] TRUTH
DOUBTING MYSELF, PREPARED FOR A FALL
A HOLE IN MY HEART, i FEEL I DESERVE
I VISUALIZE WITH POSITIVE THOUGHTS
I WALLOW SUBCONSCIOUSLY
PICTURE PERFECT IN MY HEAD, FADING SLOWLY
I CLING TO WHICH DOES NOT EXIST
I CLING TO WHICH DOES NOT EXIST
I RECOLLECT THE WARMTH WE SHARED
IT HELPS ME RELAX AND PREPARES ME FOR WHAT LIES AHEAD
ANOTHER DAY... IN THIS SHIT
3 - chromatic death / no turning back (originally by s.o.d., 1985)
CHROMATIC DEATH!
CHROMATIC DEATH!
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THE ATMOSPHERE IS BREAKING UP, SUNLIGHT STARTS TO BURN MY SKIN
I'M LOSING WEIGHT, BUT I SWELL, I WISH I'D DIE AND LEAVE THIS HELL
CANNOT STOP, NO TURNING BACK
RAYS THAT BURN MY FRONT AND BACK
THE SOLAR DEATH THAT WE DESERVE FOR BEING IGNORANT WITH OUR WORLD
WE WILL DIE! WE WILL FRY!
WE NEVER LEARN! SO NOW WE BURN!
THE TIME HAS COME TO START AGAIN, BUT FIRST WE MUST SEE THE END
BY HAND OF GOD OR MAN, TO OBLIVION WE DESCEND
THINK THAT THIS IS UNDERSTOOD, WOULDN'T STOP IT IF I COULD
TIME FOR THE HUMAN RACE TO DIE, AND GIVE OUR WORLD A CHANCE TO THRIVE
WE WILL DIE! WE WILL FRY!
WE NEVER LEARN! SO NOW WE BURN!
4 - POSSESSED (ORIGINALLY BY SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, 1983)
When I go down the street
The people watch me shiver and shake
I'm a prisoner of a demon
I think my head's about to break
It stays with me wherever I go
I can't break away from its hold
This must be my punishment
For selling my soul
Too much pressure, my pulse is rising
My heart is pounding, my head really hurts
I can't take it, all this pressure
From all these things inside of me
Everywhere I look I see them
Everywhere I go they're at
What did I do to deserve this
Why won't they just leave my body
Are they people or are they spirits
Do they belong to the human race
Why do they want me so bad
Why won't they come out of their hiding place
i can't see them, but I know they're here
i can feel it in my veins
All this pressure on my body
Is causing all my strength to drain
Am I crazy, or am I sane
Or have I already lost my mind
Is it real, or is it fake
Or am I in a permanent bind
Am I in power or am I a slave
Who in hell is in control
Am I still living, or am I dead
Do I still have a soul
I know I can't keep going this way
I have to give my mind some leisure
If I keep on going like this
I never again will taste pleasure
If they will not break the oath
I will have to disband
I have lost all control
this thing has now taken command
possessed!!!
5 - EN AS I DYPE SKOGEN (ORIGINALLY BY DARKTHRONE, 1993)
En Grind stod apen, en rytter viste seg.
En Kald Take hadde lagt seg over marken.
Ni Svarte hester, og ni armerte menn.
Et íye stirret Olmt ned fra et flagg.
Stillhet senket seg, da fílget stopped opp,
de stoppet i en sirkel rundt en stein.
Stille red de mot den, og forsvant da de kom fram,
for Steiner var en tanke fylt av Kraft.
Stjerner pa en himmel, som Aldri faller ned.
Lysglimt i en natt som varer evig.
Tusen Kalde Vintre, med kun Kule og Forakt.
Det finnes ingen sommer uten Vinter.
I en Gammel Skog, hvorhen troll og tusser vandret,
var en stein som rírte seg og ble til liv.
Ni armerte menn, pa ni gra stolte hester,
bar en fane hvorpa íyet viste seg.
Ihver en natt er et nytt mírke.
Ihver en Vinter fryser jeg,
men dog Aldri skal jeg grate,
for Stolt red jeg jo dengang,
ut av den dype skogen.
6 - thorn (originally by biohazard, 1996)
I got this thorn in my side, I try, but I can't get it out
Been killing me for years gone by, a miserable, painful bout
No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it, it stays
Buried deep inside my side enduring, every day
Thorn in my side...
I've picked the scab, a trying way, a painful means to amend
Rid myself from the anguish, torment that I must end
I've lived this way for years but now I gotta move on
An oozing sore needs tending to, just like the thorn I adorn
Thorn in my side...
Misused, abused, accused, confused
I'm sick and tired of backwards views, my soul's too tired
All black and bruised
Thorn in my side...
7 - you're old, fuck you (originally by anal cunt, 1997)
YOU'RE OLD (X3)
FUCK YOU!!!
8 - MY MIND'S MINE (ORIGINALLY BY EXIT 13, 1994)
why should i bother to even acknowledge
the pathetic notions of minds without knowledge
i have been chastised for acting too freely
when individualism for me, is the key (see?)
why should i style my pattern of life
after those who bring about hatred and strife
i would much rather have a mellow existence
of celebration and productive subsistence
individuality, creativity, self mastery, not for you?
sensibIlity, originality, responsibility, not for you?
stability, free mentality, global harmony, not for you?
stupidity, live destructively, self is all you see, is this you?
pathetic apathy, christianity, no mentality, is this you?
SPREADING misery, no flexibility, lost and lazy, is this you?
my mind's mine!
so in conclusion, let's ignite a struggle
for total transcendence from this confining muddle
seems to be simple, just strive for mental freedom
don't end up like our parents, tranquilized by their stupidity?!
9 - now i wanna sniff some glue (originally by the ramones, 1976)
now i wanna sniff some glue
now i wanna have something to do
all the kids wanna sniff some glue
all the kids want something to do
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8!
10 - no scene (originally by lethal aggression, 1987)
if you want to have a scene
then you've gotta make a scene!
if you don't make a scene
no scene!
all you do is come to shows, sit around and stare
all you're worried about is your look and i don't care
we just wanna slam, and have a good time
if you don't get into it, we'll mosh upon your mind!!!
11 - poison mouth (ORIGINALLY BY CANDIRU, 1992)
BLISTERED AND WANDERING
THROUGH THE COURT
DANGLED FATE FOR THE POISON MOUTH
RAIN WEARS AWAY
GRAVEL LIKE TIME
IT FLOWS IN THE MOOD, ROLLING SENSELESSLY
WANDERING STONES
UNLOVED AND WEEDED OUT
MOVING WITH A DIRECTION
THAT CAN'T BE ANYWHERE
THE BLOOD THAT DROPS
FROM SCARS ON MY HANDS
FOLLOWS THE DICTATION OF MAD GRAVITY
12 - MY WORLD (ORIGINALLY BY GUNS N' ROSES, 1991)
You wanNA step into my world?
It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss
You've been delayed in the real world
How many times have you hit and missed?
You cat-scan shows disfiguration
I wanna laugh myself to death
With a misfired synapse
with a bent configuration
I'll hold the line while you gasp for breath
You wanna talk to me
So talk to me
You wanna talk to me
You can't talk to me
You don't understand your sex
You ain't been mindfucked yet
Let's do it
Oh my distorted smile
13. SURVIVING THE GAME (ORIGINALLY BY BODYCOUNT, 1994)
murder!
as i search to analyze reality
the true meaning of life...
our simple existence means nothing
god is a gun
the truth, life is a slow noose!
it's invincible, better watch the knife
there is no escape from the slow kill
when it's time to go, you're served a death blow
you have no choice don't even try
your only choice is suicide
surviving the game!
no escape... no escape!
there's no escape
no one's ever escaped
(murder)
as i search to analyze reality
the true meaning of life...
our simple existence means nothing
god is a gun
the truth, life is a slow noose!
it's unmerciful, better watch the knife
there is no escape from the slow kill
when it's time to go, you're served a death blow
you have no choice don't even try
your only choice is suicide
surviving the game!