Degradation/Elimination of the Robot Swine-Pig / More Frustrations
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Walk away... to a suffered world (vocalized hatred) Walk away... Do you think to be sincere? Do you need it?? (vocalized hatred) After days made up of months, you walked away from me After days made up of months, you walked away from me After days made up of months, you walked away from me Left behind in the abyss of despair Too far from your phallic reality Where ideas and spontaneity Are replaced by cold carnal contacts
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Anni di tristezza, cazzate in televisione Divertimenti imposti, discoteca e stadio Il tuo misero sfogo nella totale sottomissione Italia di merda Italia di merda Italia di merda L'Italia del perbenismo, l'Italia dei leccaculo È la patria dei coglioni che non usano il cervello Han bisogno di qualcuno che li affoghi nello schifo Italia di merda Italia di merda Italia di merda Muoio nel mio disgusto, sommerso dal vostro marciume Soffoco in una strada affollata di apatia Intossicato dalla merda che ingoiate tutti i giorni Italia di merda Italia di merda Italia di merda
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Punish me ... Suppressed remonstrances, a sorrowful sunset The extinction of my sectarian infestation Empty squares, slivers of vitreous collisions Left on this afflicted ground Channeled fear controlled by mechanized steps The word "LAW" becomes a synonim of "DEATH" Punish me
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Far away from me, perhaps this is the best solution Drown in the abyss of your mediocrities Return to life as a loser - smile lazily at your "rebel" past... Disappear into the crowd that not long ago you hated and accused But which, after all, isn't so different from you... You're deeply attracted A new existence falling into same old routines Foreseeable actions, you're nothing without them IT DOESN'T RUN IN YOUR VEINS / CAN'T BE ASSIMILATED BY YOUR MIND Lacking enthusiasm and individuality Feel the usefulness of "being against" Disappear in a non-protesting crowd Punk seen as a childish fashion. Museum-freak
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
The eternal wall, the populated solitude Imposed mortification - Imposed mortification Selected method to win my attitudes
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
My life can't close itself in a hole Can't vanish in the sad waiting list of those who have lost before they've begun Of those who haven't gone beyond the gates of an imposed normality Forced hate, I wish I had never met you Tears of boredom, snapped nerves, instant horror I see my body move from one cage to another I spend my days cultivating apathy, disinterest, suffocated violence I feel offended and inoffensive, a headstone stuck in cement - a broken candle Hanged in silence, the disappointment is reciprocal Kicks in the teeth, everyday, explode in your houses, in your schools, in your streets... A INCREASE OF "CULTURE" - AN ABANDONMENT OF FEELINGS Creativity against passive dependence Diversion against imposed standardization Give the right value to individuality... Don't fall in the nullity of a speechless crowd LOOKING FOR ALTERNATIVES, INVENTING ONE'S LIFE, THIS MEANS LIVING
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Ulcerative deletion... Petrochemical tears Concentration of rebel spontaneity Absorbed in the accusatory crowd War spoils
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Suffered characters engraved in my nerves Don't ask me the reason... verify: My conflict goes on, I assert my rights I assert my rights - Disconnection I assert my rights - Separation I assert my rights - Violation I assert my rights - Usurpation Violent culture flogging my ideas Middle-class arrogance screwing my life I can't resign, my conflict goes on I assert my rights Sunk in their shit... clinged to my freedom
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
All my life you've told me nothing but lies! 18th September 1993, 18th September 1993 18th September 1993, 18th September 1993 Who's got the 50 DM on Christmas this year? Who's got the 50 DM on Christmas this year? Who's got the 50 DM on Christmas this year? Who's got the 50 DM on Christmas this year?
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Forced smile. Internal delays. Concentrate of lies Your intransigent simpathy to obtain my conformity Your intransigent simpathy to change my opinions Your eyes - Repugnant triangles scratching my face Intransigent - Promulgator of a well-mannered mentality Too mediocre for being assimilated PEOPLE SMILING, INSIDE DISGUSTED HATING ME, THE INFECTED
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
More frustrations - Cells...agape...with...no...drugs More frustrations - Eyes...bloodstayned...with...no...tears More frustrations - Perversions...satisfied...with...no...sex More frustrations - More...frustrations...less...shit MY FRUSTRATIONS... make me think MY FRUSTRATIONS... teach me how to live
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Era l'ultima cosa che dovevi imparare Scansare il tuo sguardo dal mio Non incontrare più quegli occhi Così capaci di guardare dietro ai tuoi Ora sei perfetta. Tutti sono contenti di te E ti stai realizzando Peccato che non esista più fantasia nella tua testa Consumare, eliminare, scopare-venire, riposare... ...facile ritrarre la tua vita Facile intuire che anche i sogni hanno abbandonato le tue camere TI ODIO. No, non provo una semplice antipatia nei tuoi confronti: Il mio é odio brutale, omicida É ACIDO SOLFORICO SPUTATO SUI TUOI OCCHI Ho paura di te. Penso che un giorno sarai tra di loro Vedo la mia identità dipendere dai tuoi interessi Vedo le tue decisioni trasformarsi in miei obblighi Perché così vorrà una maggioranza Mi desideri affamato, la bocca incollata al tuo culo O a tavola, davanti a un piatto pieno di merda Dovrò mangiarlo per farti star meglio Mi desideri vuoto come i tuoi metodi di convinzione O insonne, lontano da sogni per darti la mia vita Dovrò sgozzarmi per farti ragionare MEGLIO ESSER FATTI DI CARNE MORTA CHE DI PLASTICA 1989, the story of a social climber A girl candidate in a fascist list Behind the facts, a background of mental hybernation Prejudices and insecurities Being there just to see us living on her wastes "I can't feel simple antipathy. My hate is brutal, homicidal SULPHURIC ACID SPIT ON HER EYES."
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Una vita di lavoro, senza soddisfazioni In mezzo a sporche macchine che distruggono il tuo corpo Morte ai padroni - Ladri e bastardi Morte ai padroni - Ladri e bastardi 35 anni di furto legalizzato Che bruciano i tuoi sogni, rendendoti impotente Morte allo Stato - Mafioso e bugiardo Morte allo Stato - Mafioso e bugiardo Morte!!! Masters and slaves representing social normality, like always Work to fatten a piggish boss And starve your hopes, your will to live Year by year, age by age... minds reduced to static circuits WHERE MONEY IS THE ONLY VOICE PASSIVITY THE ONLY BLOOD AND PLASTIC THE ONLY HAPPINESS
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
[This one has no lyrics/words. GTB screams carelessly. Voice can be an instrument too. "Grimcorpses" is the name of our earlier band, back in 1987, when we were 13/15 years old and we used to rehearse in a dusty room at the top of a gristmill. This song belongs to those tragic/peaceful days.]
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026
Ignorance deleted interesting forms of rebellion But on the other side "strong" minds mangled our existences We can't refuse it, we have to reach a sort of mental balance Which can give us the security to use our own intelligence without damaging our world
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
"Sunday" is your freedom They concede you a miserable truce Take it as the sweetest present life can give 6 days a week of monotony, humiliations, sheer submission How can you accept it?? How can you fit the rules of a game Where "money" is the perpetual winner And you're just a worthless pawn arranged on its draughtboard...?? Profit, career, social climb Send your freedom to the gallows Take the rope and f*ck it again Slaves chained to assembly lines, offices Bent over desks, glued to TV screens... "Sunday" will be their compensation Horses waiting for their sugarplums Sunday tradition is their happiness Sunday you can be lazy, wake up late Watch your fave programs, f*ck your partner to the bone... Ignoring that while you do it there's someone standing on your back Ready to stick 6 fingers in your stripped ass "Give me a moment's respite, embrace this sweet-uncertain chest Make me feel... at least something - Stain me with sex, deep down... No fun. No pleasure. I need nothing but normality." Work burns out. Repetitive actions whitered a lovely mind Fragmentary comforts dug a deep grave. And now... "Zajebat lijudi je znacenije tvog zivota."
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
A dark threat assaulting my life again Time has come to wear a uniform and obey... It's the worst phase of their systemized repression It's a psychophisical indoctrination... A dark threat insulting my rights again - Carried away, eyes filled with pain What have I done for having so much to pay? After 21 years of corrosive disdain... More restrictions, why? More restrictions. Why? - Carried away, eyes filled with pain Stuck in the grip of your military chain Death from the hands of another system's prey... ..It's a calculated doom
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Finding myself the connection The perfect key to interpret your lies My mind invades Inventing an own private philosophy My brain selects nourishing thoughts My mind invades A rabid dog breaks his chains - MY MIND INVADES A rabid dog breaks his chains - MY MIND INVADES
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
The bomb has completed its flight And now it's exploding among innocent children... Faces twisted with fear... There's no time to realize What has caused this immense pain Red on white, the metaphor is clear... Images of war, images of pain Images of war, images of pain
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
People are walls... Walls symbolizing ignorance and prejudices; Radically separated from us - neglecting our pain Dishonesty and lies are everywhere... Fantastic, inevitable standards subliminally introduced In every kind of human relationship People are walls... walls trapping our freedom Prejudices are their weapons And we are immobilized targets We, a weak/frangible minority Walking on rotten roots We, the collapsing cages Surrounded by arrows pointed at our hearts Prejudices and walls Fierce eyes, raising affliction Prejudices and walls A nest incubating my death
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 16, 2026
Indulgent curiosity, unintentional ability... Irenic Acceptable paradoxes, telepathic sex... Irenic Booth of sadness, answer to all my problems... Irenic
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
You told me that I'm a paranoiac 'cos I'm a person who lives on stressing joints 'cos there's nothing I love in this f*ckin' world So you told that my brain is psychologically insane... Open your ears f*ckin' asshole I'd rather choose the way of an insane paranoiac Than follow a plastic society again and again... MY HATE AGAINST CONFORMITY IS AN UNAFFECTED FEELING!! I'd rather choose the way of an insane paranoiac... I'd rather choose the way of an insane paranoiac...
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026