DYSTOPIA

1. DIARY OF A BATTERED CHILD

(Breakfast Club quote):
- Son, how was your day, pal?
- Great, dad. How was yours?
- Super. Say, son, how'd you like to fishing this weekend?
- Great, dad! But I've got homework to do.
- That's alright, son. You can do it on the boat!
- Gee!
- Dear, isn't our son swell?
- Yes dear, isn't life swell?

Smack! My head hits the wall.
Don't know why this is happening to me.
A role model for me in this world,
"Do as I say and not as I do"

Another slap across my face
Just to show me that you care.
How can I fucking love you?
What love do you have to share with me? None!

Someday there's gonna be hell to pay
For treating your son this way.
You can't take my dignity
Without destroying your love for me.

And you wonder why I hate your fucking guts.
No time left for apologies, fuck you!
Grown apart from you.

I'm told that I am stupid.
You taught me all I know.
That I'm so fucking worthless
And that my life's a joke.

Curled up in a ball
Is how I spent my fucking life.
I tremble in fear and I'm bloody
And I can't stop the tears from flooding my eyes.
What have I done to deserve
The agony you call love?
I got a broken arm and stitches,
While other kids got kisses and hugs.

Love, abuse.
Ever since I was born
I get them confused.
You never cared, you never will.
When I die, don't come to my funeral.

(Breakfast Club quote):
- Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch.
Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk.
- You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful.
- Shut up bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie.
- What about you, dad?
- Fuck you.
- No dad, what about you?
- Fuck you!
- No dad, what about you?
- FUCK YOU!


NOOTHGRUSH

2. PROCREATION OF THE WICKED (CELTIC FROST COVER)

You are blind.
Deny the sun and light.
Whose are the objections?
From where come the doubts?

Procreation of the wicked.
Procreation of the wicked.

Serenades of opposition.
Absurdity. Humans fate and hope.
A true reflections of community.
Procreation of the gods and lords.

Procreation of the wicked.
Procreation of the wicked.

Cain and Abel's love and death.
Love and hate is what we are. And were.
Dagger and grail are
Have fallen off the altar.

Procreation of the wicked.
Procreation of the wicked.
Of the wicked.

If god raised the abyss.
You'd procreate your own.
Abolism of death is
Abolism of life

Procreation of the wicked
Procreation of the wicked
Procreation


BONGZILLA

3. GESTATION

Plant a seed, watch it grow
We're going to reap what we sow
Yeah, the Earth she does know
She lets us grow what we grow
Yeah, the days they are long
Make you grow up to be strong
Yeah, my woman she will bloom
All the buds we'll take soon

90 days, 90 nights, we'll wait for the light
It will change to the twelve, then to ten it will go
When it hits the ten, we are near heaven
And the time it is ripe, to take all her life

Cut, cut down
Hung, hung upside down
Cure, cure her
Then, then the wait
Cure, cure us
Then, then the smoke


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4. NIEVE

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