Cold, Cheap & Disconnected
You got fucked right from the start Gotta get a god Then you found faith n we won´t part Gotta get a god God - My god - God You got your god, I got mine In dust I trust, shopchop a line Guidelines to live, memorized rules Become a phanatic, 1 suckers tool God - your god - some god God - why gods? - no god Gotta get a god... All hate & war, now & before Still your highscore...
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
...I hope the day won't come, the day I slave for you Underpaid in the shade... I got better things to do..
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
Like many kids, I had my vision What to become, my future occupation Brazilian deathsquad - undercover Brazilian deathsquad - run for cover Nightshift, lights out... horror murder terror A classified project, a never ending mission A streetcleaner, high (high) ambitions Brazilian deathsquad... Firefighter, footballplayer Cocksucker or dragonslayer (no not me) But to clean the streets from misery Wipe out trash, I kill for the community Brazilian deathsquad... Shootshootshoot killkillkill diediedie
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
You really brought this upon yourself You knew it'd come to this Once so alive, but now too dangerous to kiss Too damaged and infected, face your/the world Condition as suspected, decay's the word It's getting hard to breathe, fried in the shade The bottomless pit... coming your way Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, and no aid to give But instincts force you to inhale, through tubes you live No air to breathe, judgementday The bottomless pit... coming your way Who's to blame? The human race, we're guilty as charged There goes your innocence, we're all killers at large It's getting hard to breathe... Wake up everybody, feel the pain - yeah you have arrived Every second is a year of thirst for every life on earth denied Eternal, wipe your crying face - it's suffer time Whip-slash, hammersmash attack, let the punishment fit the crime
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
I got a bunch of whitecoats on my tail And with Their "service", I can't fail Another Bloodtest, another session Still on the juice? How About aggression? They want to make a man out of me As if I owe a Cent to this society They are the reason for the So called anarchy Shrinxntherapists are on my back This hellhound Stray is fucking hard to track This bloody crap is Not about to change Why don't you get it - Diagnose: deranged
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
I hear a jackpot coming in, top of the pops, easteuro voodoo I see blackeyed action, nonstop kickin' through You have to walk the walk n´ talk the talk Then words to them means words you understand, but can´t explain... Another 1 buysthedust, loud mail lunacy A nice advice: go brutalize the dustbin, if you think What´s been said n done´s worth a re-run, fuel up, you´re linked Another 1 buysthedust... 900 words in a breath, then repeated for years to come So, tell me, what´s the sound this time around? Loud mail coming in - Hi male coming up
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
I cut myself bloody, I drank myself sick I smashed my place up, did I change anything? The ugly taste of someones tomorrow The ugly taste of the black bloody hell I drove somebodies car and bought myself an axe Hi on acid, speed n' alcohol - fucked to the max Wacked a lot of brain, wasted a lot of time Didn't have a clue what was on my mind ...who the fuck reads signs? The ugly taste of... Got myself evicted, lost my drivers license Spent a month in jail, it didn't change a thing Wacked a lot of brain, wasted a lot of time Didn't have a clue what was on my mind My fucked up past is someones tomorrow The ugly taste of...... Enjoy!
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
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How much more can you take Of the hate they create as they lie to your face? What the fuck can you do To avoid getting screwed by their sick fascist rules? More dollar signs In their golden mines/minds See the ego shine, greed makes you blind ...day of the rope... day of no hope...
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red Fog, I'm not the only, timefucked and lonely Thirst, no friend of mine, I'm E.T going wild Mushed, my piece of mind's nowhere to find Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts Sleep, not mine to keep but fuck knows I fought Cool, creative and damn collected? Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust... The return of the pleasant fog... I'm L.I.T.D
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
Lost Profits, P.O.D, Korn, some 41 Mushroomheads A lullaby soundtrack for the ones born dead Stinkinpork, cheezytown - stole the moffathanzon sound Bushnicklbax, "hardrock" attack = n sinkin backseatboys on crack Big biz' this punkrockthing, millionaires and safetypins Look dumb, act weird, ripped shirt ohdear... Thank "god" grunge's dead, Kurtspentahead, paid the price It took a shot, and what we got: Courtney "pound of pussy" love, nice Who are these rebels, where do they come from? Cumposerscum And gimme some, some of that pink tasty bubblegum, borefuckindumb No hope, No future, No balls - that suits ya There's no hope for me, you see, I gotta be on the MTV SugarRay, hip as gay, name a fucking song they play? Jump on the spot, a new hotshot, seen it, heard the ugly lot Moneymetal up thy ass, angry on command high - class On MTV I rest my eyes, misery in disguise Make-up, tune down, new wig? N' bigbadboots to cover up a crapsound...
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 25, 2026
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