1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. TROLLBOTSTORM 2.0

Filthy virus, modern plague
That corrupts, that obsess
So pathetic, so obscure
Cyber waste of the human race

Trollbotstorm!
Trollbotstorm!
Trollbotstorm!
Trollbotstorm!

Empty shells, virtual zombies
The horror of nature, abomination
Idle minds, creators of chaos
United for a meaningless goals
The crown of their shallow existence
Is sowing the craziest ideas

Filthy virus, modern plague
That corrupts, that obsess
So pathetic, so obscure
Cyber waste of the human race
Empty shells, virtual zombies
The horror of nature, abomination
Idle minds, creators of chaos
United for a meaningless goals


3. COLUNILINGUS

Who the fuck you think I am?
Some damn fool maybe?
I am not some green-bloody-horn
I am Fernando!
My surname is Colunga
You better write it down
Don't play that games with me
Because you will regret it!

Let's make some love on the dance floor
(Get down baby)
Let's make some love on the dance floor

Oh, baby you're so fine
You shake just how I like
But, still it's not enough
You better go down
Make your daddy happy
And his little friend
And please honey bunny
Pass me that fuckin' beer

You like it deep and hard?
I will give you what you like
You'll get some heavenly good
Pure Latin mutherfuckin' stuff
Don't you now worry baby
I promise I'll be gentle
I'll fuck you with respect
Because I'm Fernando

Let's make some love on the dance floor
(Get down baby)
Let's make some love on the dance floor

Oh, baby you're so fine
You shake just how I like
But, still it's not enough
You better go down
Make your daddy happy
And his little friend
And please honey bunny
Pass me that fuckin' beer

Say my name bitch, say Fernando
Say my name bitch
Just say my name
Just say my name
Just say my name
Say my fuckin' name
Bitch!


4. ABANDONED HOPE

Vanity of life that flourishes
Intersected with a sharp blade
Unused and foolishly thrown
To lay shattered in lethargy

Trying to avoid the ones that you see
Because they are all a threat
Grinders for your body and soul
With endless and pointless questions

My imagination is my delusion
My beliefs are my crucifixion
Catatonically looking into distance
The scene is not nice at all

While the pendulum slowly moves
And while time like a river flows:
inexorably, severely and brutally
I'm becoming one with the silence

Darkness has pervaded my body
Maggots are feasting with my carrion
And when I become nothing but a dust
Wind will scatter me upon the earth

My imagination is my delusion
My beliefs are my crucifixion
Catatonically looking into distance
The scene is not nice at all


5. SURVIVING THE PURGATORY

My body, divine creation
Pulsing with hatred, godless essence
My soul, the restless spirit
Drowned in hopeless, suicidal apathy

What I really want?
What I really need?

I am afraid that I'll lose myself
For the long time now, forever
And nothing seems so clear
Like this pain that I feel

What I really want?
What I really need?

I am lying unconcious
I am frozen to death
I am spreading my hands
This void to embrace

I am lost forever
I don't know who I am
I am just surviving
My own purgatory


6. STEVENOLOGY

There is no such a man
Such a gentle killing machine
There is no such a cook
For your last meal

He will serve it like a pro
He will cram it in your throat
Appetizer and main course
With the dessert at the end

Your blood is a vine
Your guts are the meal
And the specialty for finale
Is your roasted heart

Do you know now who's that man?
That slow-walking apocalypse
Are you aware of the fact
That you are already dead?

You've messed with a wrong guy
And there is no place to hide
From one angry cook
And his lethal pie

This is now his show
He will break your bones
He is now so damn mad
Your blood he will shed

Don't bother to scream for help
You will only waste your breath
This is where your journey ends
It is time to say: "farewell"

He is former navy seal
He is trained to kill
With his bare hands
He will squeeze your neck

Another level of the pain
Is called by his name
Say your prayers, my son
And drop that empty gun

He will split your head in two
He will make the barbecue
It is his favorite fun:
Unpunishable hit and run

He is lonely cowboy
And he has a ponytail
He is peaceful botanist
With just two deadly fists

He will kick you in your crotch
With such an artistic way
He will make you scrambled eggs
Which you'll never forget

This is now his show
He will break your bones
He is now so damn mad
Your blood he will shed

Don't bother to scream for help
You will only waste your breath
This is where your journey ends
It is time to say: "farewell"


7. TELENOVELA 666

(Instrumental)


8. MEXICAN RADIO (WALL OF VODDOO COVER)

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that's older
Turn the switch and check the number
Leave it on, in bed I slumber

Hear the rhythm of the music
Buy the product, never use it
Hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand, what does he say?

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio

Dial it in, tune the station
They talk about U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende - it's a riddle

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio

Wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbecued iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home

I feel the hot wind on my shoulder
I dial in, south of the border
Hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand, what does he say?

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio

Radio
Radio
Radio
What does he say?

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican radio...


9. JAMA SE PRELJEVA

Od jutra do večeri
Ti kriviš svoju grbaču
Da zaradiš dnevnicu
Da otplatiš hipotekicu
Od usta svojih odvajaš
Da platiš svoje dugove
Al' oni se gomilaju
Ide kamata preko kamate

Dok jama se preljeva
Od izroda i izmeta
Moralnih škartova
Slatkorečivih demagoga
Što decu nam celivaju
Za obraščiće štipkaju
Pred kamerama poziraju
Aplauze sebi ubiraju

Otiđi do bankice
Pokupi stranjske parice
Kupi svoju iluziju
Budi hrana za mašinu
Potrošna si roba
Jebu te k'o vola
Ti se samo smeškaj
"Slobodna" je volja

Dok jama se preljeva
Od izroda i izmeta
Moralnih škartova
Slatkorečivih demagoga
Što decu nam celivaju
Za obraščiće štipkaju
Pred kamerama poziraju
Aplauze sebi ubiraju


10. CHARADE

Thousands of our years
A long journey from the cave
Still we have learned nothing
During the blood-shedding eons
Each stone thrown on others
Has lead us to regression

Seeking for gold and fame
Seeking for a better life
Good wife and smart kids
And friendly neighbors

We all have a role
And we all play the part
In this grandiose charade:
Mankind's evolution

With so many options to direct
The wheel of history elsewhere
Somebody thought it would be fun
To roll it up the hill
Twisted desire for self-torture
Derived from the devastating boredom
A dark moment that overshadows
The most sacred creation

Seeking for truth
In our lies
Seeking for hope
In our demise
Seeking for cure
In our bane
Seeking for food
In our waste

Thousands of our years
A long journey from the cave
Still we have learned nothing
During blood-shedding eons

Seeking for gold and fame
Seeking for a better life
Good wife and smart kids
And friendly neighbors

We all have a role
And we all play the part
In this grandiose charade:
Mankind's evolution


11. CONFESSION OF A STILLBORN MAN

My thoughts are playing the game
Drawing pictures on the infinite canvas
Some of sadness and some of joy
All those images I want to forget

I'm looking into the eyes of glass
Shackled by fear as the north by ice
Touching the face all dried up
Blighted and furrowed with scars

I feel the taste of the flowing tears
Filled with flavor of the bittered defeat
I am nothing but a stillborn man
Collateral damage of the perverse greed

My thoughts have triggered fire
Deep inside my arrogant mind
Some of love and some of hate
All depurated with the hellish flames

I'm looking into the eyes of glass
Shackled by fear as the north by ice
Touching the face all dried up
Blighted and furrowed with scars

I feel the taste of the flowing tears
Filled with flavor of the bittered defeat
I am nothing but a stillborn man
Collateral damage of the perverse greed


12. VRTEŠKA

Još jedna hladna jesenja noć
Ispunjena tišinom i mirisom smrti
Tonem u misli, tonem u san
Na vrtešci koju vetar vrti
Pomislim samo, na jedan tren
Kako sve bezlično izgleda
Crveno, zeleno, stani, kreni
Uvek i zauvek isto sivilo

Svetlost života sto gasi se
U tamu vodi, obgrljuje
Naše snove i nade sve
Naše bitke izgubljene

Osetiš nešto, duboko iznutra
Kao lagan ubod, opominjuć
Pritisneš rukom i nastaviš dalje
Dok bol ti telo prožima

U hladnoj noći kao ovoj
Svome toplom kutku ti stremiš
Da skloniš se sa kiše
Kraj vatre da se okrepiš

Svetlost života sto gasi se
U tamu vodi, obgrljuje
Naše snove i nade sve
Naše bitke izgubljene

Svetlost života sto gasi se
U tamu vodi, obgrljuje
Naše snove i nade sve
Naše bitke izgubljene