1. HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE

If we are one whole, all violence is masochism
If everything is one whole, sex means masturbation
I have heard many theories from you, but I tell you
This one is the most insane of all. You say everything is one whole?
You are a charlatan and master of demagogy.

If we are one whole, who is included and who we don't want?
If everything is one whole, dictatorship dictates to itself
I am frightened by such a philosophical revolution
Proclaimed by messiahs with blind faith, bottle in hand
If everything is one whole, hell is other people, hell is not us.

Our god is a swindler, he raised his middle finger
To all of us who voted for him for this electoral term
Our god is the last surviving contemporary of the devil
And who of them to trust, that is the question.

If we are one whole, we pour oil on fire, that's why it exists
If everything is one whole, the only belief is anarchy
I have heard many theories from you, but I tell you
This one is the most insane of all. For this, undoubtedly,
The god sent us to hell, especially me.

If we are one whole, each deviation is normalized
If everything is one whole, faith is betrayal and doesn't work
I am frightened by such a philosophical revolution
Proclaimed by messiahs with blind faith, bottle in hand
If you intrude this shit upon people, shake hands with Judas.


2. TIME OF LOW INSTINCTS

It's time of low instincts, kitsch and trash
Dark is coming and I am lighting fire.

And I feel you wanted it this way!

I am lighting fire, but light is gone now
Dark is faster and spawns dull kitsch
And it becomes stronger at speed of light.
And I am afraid you wanted it this way.

It's time of dull brains and spiritless guff
Dark is hundred times faster than light.


3. HANG CELEBRITIES!

To play perverse games with a celebrity
In a dark backyard has got its aesthetical quality.
It tempts me to encircle a throat with E string
To hang him/her in the starry sky among others.

Now there are stars above my head
Tied up with E string
"I am a star", they are screaming.

To play perverse games with a celebrity
Is kind of an artistic performance.
Hang celebrities, to hell with their hits!

Now there are stars above my head
Tied up with E string
"I am a star", they are screaming.
Now there are stars above my head
And the songs they are yelling at me
Are rubbish

It surely has got its romantic flavour
Giving vent to dark instincts with a celebrity.


4. LAIKA HAS RETURNED

Our world has been waiting for 2,000 years
Till our messiah comes with his message
Behold! Something‘s in the sky above Bethlehem
A space-plane is falling down, burning…

Laika has returned, hurtled down through the sky,
Shining for us for a while, Laika has returned.

We are insects and God is showbiz
Tabloids are Baikonur Cosmodrome for the poor
We welcome the messenger of stars with this dog shit
She's shining like a shooting-star, falling down…

The messenger is bleeding above me
She casts a shadow of redemption on me
Dreams lie, it isn't my fault the world is a rabid dog
In it, a bitch might be a holy sign.


5. THIS IS BAD

The time has come when we must raise our voice
Even if it could break our necks
And despite it could turn against us
Damn it, we will do it again
It's bad, our blood is boiling again
The time has come when we must raise our voice
Even if it could break our necks... here it comes again.

The revolution churns in our veins
Purgatory is our favourite joke
We were thrown up by the Tower of Babel
The mixing of races and cults has started
And we are waiting in the condemned cell
It pays to start a revolt in time... this is bad.

And it's worse than it seems to be
This shituation is critical
And everybody plays against us
That's what happens to troublemakers.

The time has come when we must raise our voice
Even if it could break our necks
So no more dreamy romances
Just a sharp protest against the culture of masses
The time has come when we must raise our voice
It pays to start a revolt in time… This is bad.


6. ROWDIES FROM DIME NOVELS

We are scum and who's more
We are a poisonous stench from your dustbins
We are squalor fed by anger
We are a wild gang from back streets
We are rowdies from dime novels
We are scum and we are furious.

God, we were divorced from you
What's dark can be done this night
Let's put an end to it, hatred sharpens our knives
We'll be wild this night.

We are riff-raff, a jewel of evil
A precious stone from the devil's mace
And we know all vile tricks
We are a cruel Lucifer's masterstroke.

We are the major league of evil, envoys from reformatories
Mould from your sewers, poison from pestilent houses
We are a herd sniffing blood, mob from illegal bars
Conspirators of darkness, celebrities from sewerage.


7. FREE RADICAL

In the left place at the left time, a new order will come
In the left place at the left time, blood rushes fast
Rats are sniffing us now, they hunt in a swarm
In the left place at the left time, they want us all.

I am a free radical and rats are hunting
That's why I know I must be a radical
Because of them, I must be a radical.

In the left place at the left time, rats scream in the dark
In the left place at the left time, looking for their prey.
Rats are sniffing us now, a free radical is maturing
In my blood, in the left place at the left time.


8. PARADISE BELONGS TO HYENAS

Joe had sex with his palm.
That's the fact. He wished it this way.
He put a gun to his temple.
That's the fact. This way he departed.
That way lead right to hell.
Like mine. He wished it this way.
In accordance with the agreed rules.
That's the fact. He leaves the game
And heads south of paradise.

Paradise is not what you think it's like
Paradise belongs to hyenas.

Charisma of rat in us
Nobleness of viper
Paradise belongs to hyenas.

Joe had sex with his palm.
That's the fact. He wished it this way.
On the grave below the black flag.
That's the fact. This way he departed.
And he died in the sign of Hyena
Like me, like a rabid dog
Fists are stronger than words
That's the fact. There are more of us
And we head south of paradise.


9. AESTHETICS OF WEIRDNESS

My cynical mind is introverted, Gothic
Critical to prayers, sceptical to cheap trinkets
Mystical in its moods, my mind is aesthetic bizarrely.
And your hate is typical, in its furious chauvinism it's classical
And your hate is typical, kitschy and tragical
And your hate of me is perversely hysterical.

So if you like, pick up a stone and beat me to death, be the first one to throw a stone
So if you like, burn my body and all my things we can think of together
And though you must know I won't speak the language of nuns with you
I confess I am such a malicious monster that even hell doesn't want me.

My lyrical mind is decadent, melancholic
Drastic in its tastes, morbidly pathological
Sadistic, romantic, my mind is masochistic.
And your hate is typical, sickly realistic
And your hate is typical, fetishistic in its earthiness
And your hate of me is obscenely fanatical.

You feel me, here I am, a vicious brat, you know me like this
You don't like what you see, now I see red, so beat it!


10. JOE DECIDED TO SEND A BOMB

Joe decided to send a bomb to all mainstream radios
When he had listened to their tasteful playlists.

There is a reserved place in hell for us
With a guaranteed cultural programme included in price
There is a reserved place in media hell for us.

Joe decided to send a bomb to all tabloids
When he had leafed through their useful news.

And he defended his bloody frenzy in court arguing
That it had been just an adequate self-defence.


11. RAT IN HEAD

I cannot sleep and live, I cannot run away from him
He wants me, he's hungry, he wants more, much more
I am alone here and feel like telling you something
There might be only several days ahead of me, I must hurry.
And he wants more, screams and blood, he gives sign
So set your teeth, show what's inside you
And he wants more, screams and blood, that's what he appreciates
So lay your throat down here, this will be a little ritual.

I go down an endless way, soiled with the god's vomit
Show me what's inside you, show yourself, I will throw you up
I will kiss you the last time, then let you bleed to death
With love, he's gnawing, he's inside me. Sewer rat in head!

He wants more, screams and blood, gives sign
He's eating me out, he has a compulsion
I feel myself certain in his name
I hear him scrape on my cranial wall
And for the last time we will walk through downtown
Then I will eat your heart with cheerly


12. SONG FROM THE GALLOWS

As far as I can say you won't like my style
I was brought by the bat, not by the stork
And I have a charisma of rattle-snake.
Your strict look tells me my defiance doesn't appeal to you
But in spite of this stupid crap of yours
I will play my role of avenger this night.

I have a diabolically ingenious plan of an epochal plot
And I can lose my life in it, which is quite attracting.

As far as I can say, my critical comments aren't to your taste
Media icons make me sick and I don't share your herd devotion.
You say you miss anybody who appreciates these things
I am an outcast of this culture and its bad conscience.