There is no sin to forgive when you kill everyone who would call it a sin
And all the bins overflow with crowns, so nominate us as king
If everybody quits because they suck and death becomes the sound
We'll gladly play monarchs for the day
And rule the underground
Under the ground
Rocket belts
Clawing at the moon
Monochrome
Vinyl über alles
Reformations
A pension grift for longing
Blastbeats are forever
That's how I like it
That's how I like it
We are the rising death of everything that was and what will be
We are the heaviest f*cking thing you'll ever see
Under the ground
Schroedinger's lyrics
I could say anything
Unlimited potential
Until you read them
No fun, no mosh, no mercy
Jaded pose, decades old
Denim zipped up to the nose
There's no joy left in this world
Why on earth start now?
That's what you get for liking shit music
You shit-music liking shit-cunt
We're gonna crush you motherf*ckers
Death metal til we die
F*ck peace