GO FOR PROGRESS

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released October 10, 2010

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Track Name: CUMSHOT OF REALITY
A cold dystopian cock
Never let it out of sight
A cold dystopian cock
There are no dreams - There are just aims
A cold dystopian cock
Hold it tight and push it through
A cold dystopian cock
The truth is sad but girl that’s life

A cold dystopian cock
Take deep breath - Here it cums
A cold dystopian cock
Taste hardcore reality
Don’t close your eyes - Don’t fear what’s here
Open palms for higher wealth
A shot of life is what you see
Take this big load of reality
Track Name: CRUSADÖR
As sun sets low I come through the evening heat
To leave your cold and reckless bodies in a coffin
My hat fits well - A cigar glows
The hangman’s turn
Welcome to my Eastwood show

Meet me and you’ll meet thy maker
My poncho’s dancing up and down
To the dusty winds of vengeance
To the choking screams which sound like this
My finger’s twitching - My guns are singing
The good, the bad and you’re the dead
Vultures encircle and last will’s denied
Your epoch of tyranny has died

For a fistful I hang them high
For a few more I hang them higher
Staring straight into the barrel
A stranger’s face is the last you see

Guilty victims red and blue
In the name of the gallows
And this one’s waiting for you
It’s time for you to pay your debts
Money cannot buy this time
The slip is fitting tight and fine

Brutal driven Indigenes
Expropriating en Espagna
Ruined souls in Asian factories
Slaving down in China mines

Crawling from the humus
The crusader against tyranny
My harmonica plays a song for you
It’s Django’s way of making business
Higher vendetta and your end
Your god will sit this one out
Track Name: WASABI OVERDOSE
That’s my kind of psychedelic
Illusion green slides down my throat
Where things grow and where things shrink
Whenever I just try to think

My heart implodes - My eyes are white
My limbs are deaf – They shine so bright

Wasabi overdose!
With insect feet and human mind
The typewriter speaks to me
My toilet seat a battlefield
Wasabi’s always burning twice
Into comatose slumber
Samsa wake up!!!
Wasabi overdose Wasabi!

I just stopped breathing
My heart stopped beating
The Asian ass-cleaner
My lovely triangle

Hallucinations set in
Phantom pain frustration
Like soya and sake
The torture can begin

Wasabi overdose!
Track Name: SLUXXX
Creeping slux
Stick in your head
Crawling slux
Suck on your brain
Infecting slux
Destroying your mind
Subliminal slux
Pushing your needs

The bringer of loss
The bringer of lies
The taker of lives
The ultimate leech brain infester

Slux!
I see slux only
Slux I see
Slux only!
Track Name: HOMO APPARATUS
Welcome new world slave
Born into this trendy mass grave
The new consumer’s day
Praise the lord of higher gear

Humans who’re acting humane
The apparatus fits you well

Proud in your fear
Lost in time, work and greed
The trend of hating feeds your cancer
No blood but oil to bleed

Inside this cold machinery
Obey new age modernity

Praise the machine and pity the man
While market-tanks roll relentless
Squishing bodies of the weak

The aim is here and the mission is clear
Maximize profit and decimate opponents

Seek – Locate and terminate
Each one against the other
And all for no one

Keep turning the spinning wheel
That grinds your intellect to pulp
It’s like a barcode in your bloodlines
Multiply and buy
Multiply and lie
Multiply and fly
Multiply - get high
Multiply…die!

Plugged into machines
Like skyscrapers in suits
Forever cursed to stand aside
Praying to the giant wheel
Our god of gear of life and death
Track Name: 731 GUINEA PIGS
Look into their smiling faces
Human friction
Men behind the sun
All hope’s lost and gone
At 731

Abandoned and done
At 731
Higher higher higher
Hail our empire!

731
The virus is spreading
The symptoms now set in
Ethnic cleansing
In Nomine Imperatoris

Sleeping in genocide fields
Beneath frozen flesh parts
A guinea pig your destiny
Covered with cherry blossoms
Underneath this lifeless soil

From the glory halls of ancestors
Into the arctic graves of yesterday
Hail the emperor
The endless sky
Banzai!

Bushido Imperialism
Fear the rising sun
Industrial mass annihilation
Seppuku the most painless end

The cruelest enemy bacterial life demise
Written in blood soaked snow
Signed by “The Rising Sun”
In 1937 at 731
Track Name: GO FOR PROGRESS
Non-self reflecting way of life
Self destructive with passion
Break your back for a masquerade
Waste your time with common wealth

Profit graving – Market slaving
The way we hunger for a bit respect
Signs of weakness are not of need
Long live the Alpha – Crush the weak

Profit graving – Market saving
The prestige of today
Still urge driven and primitive
Into the world of tomorrow

Stress penetrated and future dictated
The present is here to forget
Reaping through the day in search for more
Cosmopolitan jungle law

Harpies encircling the Modus Vivendi
Protecting - Defending the way of life they want to see
The corporate way to be – Self injected

Relentless they’re hunting down money prey
With cell phone in hand to survive the day
Success reflected by digital numbers
Swept away by the wave of progress

Harpies reigning proud in their beauty
Behind their greedy faces of vanity
Conform, don’t question or die alone
The swarm is slaving in the name of the unknown

Reflecting the modern face
With taped mouth - Shut eyes and no ears

Nothing to lose – Just to take
Waging for your dreams to keep the fake
No one gives a shit or a fuck
So at least we can shit and fuck
Track Name: NEROPOLIS
Rome will burn

Rome will burn tonight
In colors red and golden
Our work is done
Black and white rain down from the sky

Nothing left to see
Than flames burning us free

Quo vadis?
Track Name: TANKS & FLOWERS
All the leaves are blood red and the sky is dead
Intelligent missiles cruise on judgment day
Let the leaders fight their wars
With flowers decorated
Black tanks keep on rolling
Through the city streets

Day by day and year by year
The routine never ends
The story’s always the same
The past conquers the present again

Shiny, shiny boots of leather
Tanks and flowers - Love and war
I wonder if they’ve ever seen the rain
Coming down on sunny days

Racial pride – Religious hatred
Fear infested propagandas
It only takes seconds to recognize
But takes years to realize

Bombs for peace
Leave sound of silence and
Silence like a cancer grows
The palace burns while Venus cries

Sometimes you have to live on your knees
To die on your feet
Strange days have tracked us down

Keep it tight!
Don’t sit and wait!
Don’t lose your touch!
The old fashioned hippie-grinder attitude
I would always fuck for peace
But I will never shoot for war
Track Name: SHE CAME FROM THE SEWER
Blue haze clears my eyes
Purple smoke chokes my mind
A straight fall through the rabbit hole of
Absinth dreams and greenish days

A chill that takes me far away far too much
Somewhere the cyclone left me
With the mad hatter to my right

Does the caterpillar come for tea?
Endless watches on my arms
Feels like the wizard in his wardrobe
Does the lion sing for me?

The hookah smell – The mushroom throne
A sky in colors never seen and words too dark to hear
A prophecy written in smoke
Faster – greater – wider
Slower – lame – humanity

The construction site oracle whispers
Eyeballs are rolling – consciousness flowing
We’re drunk so feeble and frail
Inside the mirror a fragile mermaid silhouette

Welcome the southern sewer mermaid
The emperor bitch and queen of the lost

We’re thrown into the red sun of regret
The book unfolds – The flag prevails
Herbal nightmare or is it just another fucking day
The mermaid keeps on swimming against the stream
Track Name: DAWGS OF WAR
Sandstorm curtains - Petrol drive in
The job is done darker than black
The self crowned gods of war but so called whores of war
In what god’s name they will ride again?

Dawgs of war
From Colombia to Kosovo the global whores deprive
Mercenaries – Dawgs of war

The single man is brave but useless
A single victim proud but helpless
The imperial dagger stabbed the map
Another part - Another home
Who will live and who will die?
Imperial blood is spreading fast
Thicker than truth and thinner than cash

Keeping the peace means fighting the war
From Sierra Leone to Angola and Congo
High-octane rebellion of an interfering profit
The privatization of war has begun

Bullets mean dollars - Dollars mean loyalty
Choked by the iron fist of warfare industry
Hate will conquer fear and soon will take its toll
From Europe across Asia to Africa and back

Dawgs of war
Watching them as they devour
Mercenaries – Dawgs of war
Track Name: ICH WERD' ZUM KINSKI
Keine Angst und keine Gier
Kein Verlangen, ich werd' zum Tier

Keine Heuchelei und Tyrannei
Das Angstgefühl das mich erdrückt
Treibt mich vorwärts nicht zurück

Keine Werte, keine Moral
Keine Furcht und keine Qual
Scheißegal!!!

Ich werd' zum Kinski!!!
Ich werd' zum Klaus!!!
Track Name: CONCRETE TSUNAMI
A siren’s song will lead the archetype to feed
Mermaids cut our strings and take us to the sea

Skyscrapers like mushrooms rise
Black nature seeks no justice
Ghetto driven – Urban terror
These hands were made to lose

A death in stone brings dust to breath
Holy concrete tsunami’s on his way
These waves swallow everything alive
Hot winds cough and green turns grey

Manufacturing our plastic
Existence to an end
Liquid stones to carry our
Sacred gasoline demise

A death in stone brings dust to breath
Holy concrete tsunami’s on his way
These waves swallow everything alive
Hot winds cough and green turns grey

This future looks cold, dead and pale
No feelings – no colors – no smell – no living
We belong to it belongs to us!

No one listens when the sailors cry
As their ships drift slowly out of sight
Track Name: THE SPACE JOCKEY
Space jockey what are you staring at?
Into the architecture of time and space
What would this sound look like?
As your eyes crawl up that shaft
Complex but simple walls
This buzzing so heavy
The silence so loud
Structure of nudity
Space Jockey
Are you looking at me?
Just paleness in front
Space Jockey
Where you go
You need no eyes to see
Moving - It’s deaf
Inside that shaft
I can hear nothing
But paranoia all around
The pressure so loud
These walls they are alive
A dark space ride of aeons
A ship of Xenomorph architecture
Biomechanical landscape
Space Jockey remember well
Even in your darkest dream
In space no one hears you scream