1. |
Wargasm
05:42
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Open fire! Open the fire!
To spill blood is what I desire.
I don't fear! I don't know fear!
To kill soldiers now is my gear!
I slit deep! Deeper than deep!
This game is called the wolf and the sheeps!
To deck this hell that's not decked so well
is just a dream where I chose to dwell!
Reload!
Reload! Kill me!
A one-way-ticket we have bought.
We're going to hell!
And I can see us all going to hell!
Can you see us all going to hell?
We declare: It's killing time!
Play my game, my role-playing game!
No one wins, but we suffer the same.
Not really hailed, reality failed.
Why didn't we instead went to jail?
Led to a war that let us play war.
Our pride pushed us too far.
Harmed by guns, armed with a gun.
At least I force myself to have fun.
Reload!
Reload! Kill me!
A one-way-ticket we have bought.
We're going to hell!
And I can see us all going to hell!
Can you see us all going to hell?
We declare: It's killing time!
Alright! Shoot!
I'm blind and mute
and deaf to sanity.
I am the priest! I am the beast!
This is my feast! Wargasm!
Shoot!
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2. |
Invaders In Position
05:29
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When ethics fall
by a wrecking ball
we've got to call:
This is the empire!
It has to stop,
they have to drop.
We did stand, but
here comes the end!
Now the riot must be brought to life.
We are as one and meant to be alive.
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster! And pray!
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster!
Invaders in position!
We suffered too long,
and things went wrong.
They aren't strong!
This is the empire!
For one last time
we commit crimes
and then it's fine.
Here comes the end!
Now the riot must be brought to life.
We are as one and meant to be alive.
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster! And pray!
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster!
Invaders in position!
O-V-E-R
The force we are!
Now the riot must be brought to life.
We are as one and meant to be alive.
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster! And pray!
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster!
Invaders in position!
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3. |
Para Dies
02:26
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Guide the gout into your body,
pushing out the sense of life,
so all your sorrow may arrive.
Follow echoes on a wave
to the bushed democracy.
Vote for your favourite misery!
Deeper sleeping underground.
Money reigns and funny is that the world goes round
for me and the massive crowd,
everyone I mean has not the slightest doubt!
Is that all you've got?
Are you serious?
Is that all you are?
This is a joke!
This absurd drive you started
was always paralyzed.
You never mind that you dread.
Your Para dies.
Ride the horse so well and steady,
it will lead you to its home,
everyone else sets the tone.
Slavery came passively,
holds you safely in his arms.
You're one cow in many barns.
Deeper sleeping underground.
Money reigns and funny is that the world goes round
for me and the massive crowd,
everyone I mean has not the slightest doubt!
Is that all you've got?
Are you serious?
Is that all you are?
This is a joke!
This absurd drive you started
was always paralyzed.
You never mind that you dread.
Your Para dies.
Sudden death, abomination,
your existence disappears.
Domination disappears.
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4. |
Desperation
05:06
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To desperation we gave birth
by listening to our greed.
Not even peace and death are for free.
On counters we spend money
that we have earned in jobs,
which actually made us booze a lot.
I despair! I despair!
Won't any bone
burst under the weight
of a coin that bought a chain,
built a throne
for the insane?
That's why I despair!
Despair!
Every night from nine to five
it's time to rest from work.
Our sinking health acts as alert.
Meanwhile the minority
rests and rots on notes,
consuming senseless junk in daily loads.
I despair! I despair!
Won't any bone
burst under the weight
of a coin that bought a chain,
built a throne
for the insane.
That's why I despair!
Despair!
Keep an eye open!
No shrug's forever!
No fading!
I despair! I despair!
Won't any bone
burst under the weight
of a coin that bought a chain,
built a throne
for the insane.
That's why I despair!
Despair!
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Everybody states that she is underage,
not so taught, not so wise, not mature.
Born so bizarre, as a Slaugter raised apart,
without home, without love, but insane.
Already as a child she was forced to marry wild,
she was falling and now called Christine Falling.
They divorced very soon under blood soaking moon,
and the killing spree took its course.
Kill the child the voices sing.
Fly beyond on judging wings.
On and on the voices sing.
Do not stop to kill!
She obtains by fraud all the trust out of naught
to take care, of the danger not aware.
Someone gives a speech, about pain he does preach.
Without guilt and by order she must kill.
Soon the people knew, without proof paid their dues,
did protect what is theirs from attack.
She confessed in the end to take law in her hands,
and she led the voices into jail.
Kill the child the voices sing.
Fly beyond on judging wings.
On and on the voices sing.
Do not stop to kill!
From the dark, born in cage,
raised in pain, hell awaits.
Straight ignored, corpulent,
something dies in the end.
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6. |
Negative
06:23
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This road had a sudden end,
for me now, for me now.
I lost the ability
to breath in and breath out.
And all the plans I had
are becoming more important.
I admit to have regrets
that I wasted my time in the end.
I am a negative
of a photo never developed.
And all my relatives
slowly fade out all their memories.
I am a negative
of a photo never shot.
The list of casualties
has a new guy in its entries.
I have slept and dreamed deeply
for so long, for so long.
I will miss the experience
to act right and act wrong.
My friends and family, I'm sorry
for all the days we were at strife.
Why did I prefer to wait
for tomorrow all my life?
I am a negative
of a photo never developed.
And all my relatives
slowly fade out all their memories.
I am a negative
of a photo never shot.
The list of casualties
has a new guy in its entries.
The negative.
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7. |
Equality
05:05
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Your equality is temporary not available!
Tax exemption is the norm
for those you pay your taxes for.
Your few chances completely worn,
this injustice is for sure.
You apply for a job on eve,
requirements are all achieved.
But you arrive with deep grief,
'cause a blonde chick gets already briefed.
Worthlessness and possessed by the system.
Worthlessness, ejected.
All day and all night,
all the years you did fight
and all you ever learned in life
was crap. Crap!
Make your fear disappear!
The crisis line number you've dialed is not available!
Terrorists took you hostage,
so you collect all your courage.
The politician was bought out by the rich,
but you have to stay, you're no media bitch.
After years of torture and pain
you returned home and no one came.
The statue of the politician is a shame.
More situations will drive you insane.
Worthlessness and possessed by the system.
Worthlessness, ejected.
Laughter all around
makes disturbing sound.
Judges in their suits,
horror became truth.
All day and all night,
all the years you did fight
and all you ever learned in life
was crap. Crap!
Face the facts with open eyes.
Human dignity extremely trimmed.
The worth of man is defined by
the money other people earn with him.
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8. |
Same Wrong Way
04:32
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Racist scum on the top,
with inhuman politics,
doubtless made to be dropped,
forever one of many bricks.
The burden of tolerance
already reaches the point
of no existing sense
where vermin smiling joins.
We survived,
but did not learn,
and forget so quick
the source of evil.
Right on the edge
we take the chance to get
back to the start
and walk the same wrong way again.
Take a look around!
Your duty is so clear.
You have to come around,
the situation ist weird.
We strike back one more time.
The power structure is spinning.
Crushed is all the crime,
but we can't remember the beginning.
We survived,
but did not learn,
and forget so quick
the source of evil.
Right on the edge
we take the chance to get
back to the start
and walk the same wrong way again.
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9. |
Your Head On A Plate
04:43
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Again the boss is discussing,
ignoring my protest.
His fucking face is disgusting
and proves his uselessness.
One, two,
three, breath deeply...
Lust to kill!
At the end of my tether you play with fire.
Your head on a plate!
You would be scared witless if you could watch into my mind.
Please, man! Shut the fuck up!
Please, man! You would miss your teeth.
I catch him eating bits of snot,
he's walking a fine line.
But he fumes and yells a lot
and assigns me overtime.
Retard!
Please, man! Shut the fuck up!
Please, man! You would miss your teeth.
Therapies to hold it back,
so I don't lose control.
I'd love to make a bill for it
and push it in his fucking face.
In the night I come back
and break into office.
I have a shit on his desk,
this is my justice.
One, two,
three, breath deeply...
Lust to kill!
At the end of my tether you play with fire.
Your head on a plate!
You would be scared witless if you could watch into my mind.
Please, man! Shut the fuck up!
Please, man! You would miss your teeth.
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10. |
The Reckoning
05:22
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Ugly, empty, cold and bleak
lies the room around my weak
body shaking. What is wrong?
I hang from ceiling down headlong.
It all seems to have purpose.
Metallic noise is coming close.
The door unlocks and I can't stem
the giant scorpion.
The spike it rams down my throat.
Am I about to explode?
It's so deep and it's so cruel,
I can't scream and I can't puke.
It is pumping something strange
in my body to arrange
me as a surrogate, as a womb
here in my tomb.
Reckoning they create.
Reckoning is our fate.
Checkmate!
I feel it growing and it hurts.
The little scorpion soon alerts.
It chops its way to freedom now.
My skin is bursting, I live somehow.
I was used, but now it's done.
The scorpion heads to the unknown sun.
Strings are ripping, I fall down,
and smash on the ground.
Reckoning they create.
Reckoning is our fate.
Checkmate!
Ugly, empty, cold and bleak
lies the room around my weak
body shaking. What is wrong?
With broken bones I lay along.
Piles of teeth and piles of skin,
piles of eyeballs and I'm within.
They don't care to kill at least,
they are a mirror of the beast.
Checkmate!
I'm of avail now.
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Metabolic Bischofswerda, Germany
Founded in 2006 with several changes in line-up and genre, METABOLIC became a thrash metal band in 2013 and changed their line-up in 2017 to become harder and thrashier than before. Unfotunately, due to head and mastermind Andy's decision to leave the band, METABOLIC ended in 2020 after seven years of thrash metal and 14 years od making music at all. METABOLIC's gone, but their music stays forever ... more
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