1. LIFE IS INCOMPATIBLE TO EXISTING REALITY

We are disillusioned
Survivors of cultural collapse
Pulverized by a coalmine
Our starved lands are knives to our souls
Systematic victims
Hypocritic travesties
Scrawled on the wall
In the name of graffiti
Carved in my throat
In the name of liberty
Deep in misery
Deepen misery
At a dolorous rate of sedative proportions
Seven to five
We are dead


2. GOD WEARS A WHITE BELT

God isn't real!
Base your pace on a superfluous privilege based on ignorant lies
You manifest your destiny as well as ours
Wasting your time on ignorant plot
God isn't real
So who gives a fuck?
Gears that grind
Like the thereeth of holy swine
Heavy head and swollen feet
We carry your sins
For an imaginary cunt
A portrait of the future bears a blueprint of the past


3. RED STORM

Product of incest you speak of babylon
But you just babble on where have heaven and hell gone?
Suppose i am the devil you are
Just spit on my hoof
So offer your throat to the wolf
The taste of your cackly blood will suffice
Just look at it as a sacrifice
For, in your heaven
The end is beginning
But the alpha is the omega
Offer your throat to the wolf
Upon your father's death
As we feast on the flesh
Of our earth
Boring her veins
And letting her blood
Before the keeper of the sea
Kneel and offer your throats
Behold...
We are the wicked
Breathing fire
The guardians of the red storm


4. HUMAN PERSPECTIVE

Soon there will be nothing to see
One things for sure
We all sleep
So i say to you my friend
We're nothing more than grain of sand
There's no one for a greater plan
Walk among mountains, live among men
Walk among mountains, live among men


5. A STERILE GRID

From ignorance to arrogance
You have no fucking common sense
Try to enlighten what you consider savage
You murder, rape and pillage
Fertile tillage, reduce to a dead furrow
The black dove continues to spread his wings
A sterile grid
Extending towards infinity
The ejaculating dismal angel shits on its providers
The rape of all that feels
We carry their seeds
The ejaculating dismal angel
Shits on its providers
When progress means walking backwards in slow motion
The ejaculating dismal angel
Shits on its providers
The rape of all that feels
When climax means
Carcinogenic explosion
Ignorance to arrogance
You have no common sense


6. DOPE AS A WEAPON

Options chosen by distance oligarettes
Anatomy is scorned
The scope of the diminished
Floods evoked upon ghettos
To assure complacency
When relevant questions are raised
Dope on every cross street
With no real control or say
A television in every living room
Democracy and freedom are a mirage
In a world of hidden illusions are false realities
Ripped from the womb
The addict is born blinded
Dope as a weapon