Lyrics:Inter Urinam Et Faeces Homo Nascitur (2014): Exodus You won’t be missed. The struggle can’t be forgotten. Those who mourn in the end never joined in to fight. I shed no tears. In the darkness. Society has been dying ever since the first thrones were claimed. I die. Exodus now. No relief. Society’s been dying (ever since). No relief. Exodus now. No relief. Society. No relief. The last fireflies drown in piles of lies. They die. The last fireflies drowned in piles of lies. They died. All Fucked Up /In memoriam terra In memoriam terra. Misleading stanzas burn into the brain. With every repetition the pain decreases until all puppets entangle. Bemusing lines. Generation after generation. All fucked up. Soon enough any doubt will be deserted. Into dust. Earth’s wake is on the schedule. Soon enough. Soon. Soon enough. Putinmyass Flags torn off their posts. Brown spots and red stars cover up former diversity. “From Russia with love”. Faces wiped off their smiles. Burned black wounds forecast future policy. “From Russia with love”. Repetition of the past?! Burning Steeples Radical philosophy produces value with a certain degree of irony. Go on your way and let the people talk. Radical philosophy produces value. ¿Donde Està La Bibliotheka? Am I a nihilist, an anarchist, the antichrist? Do people breed the label or are labels imprinted into minds? What are the odds that the entire complex is nothing, nothing more than an empty shell? It is impossible to stop thinking, but it is possible to lose one’s mind. Is it up to me? Am I the label? Is it up to me? Who could ever be? I die. Kiss Me True lies never fail to dismantle reality. Dictators die too. Loose Ends Nostalgia only exists in our minds. Loose ends need to be dealt with now. Nostalgia only exists in our minds. Loose ends will forget the past. What happened has happened and cannot be undone. Thou name shall be forgotten nettogrof eb llahs eman ouht. Deafwish We all die. In the end there’s no choice. A deathwish unspoken until nothing remains. No need to listen. My deafwish pronounced. We all die. The end’s no promotion. Why not try chaos, if this is order? Unheard are the nameless, my deathwish remains. Until we are heard the slaughter’s on mute. In the end we all die. Defending myself from the monstrosities of civilization I throw all cords away. No more obedience until death mentality. We all die. In the end there’s no choice. A deathwish unspoken until nothing remains. No need to listen. My deafwish pronounced. I Am Verboten Pride is not our interest. You will not tear me down. Can’t claim this ground. Property doesn’t exist. With labour abolished, there’s still work to do. Can’t claim this ground anymore. Property doesn’t exist anymore. Peel off the shell. Treasure’s beauty’s long gone. Peel off the shell. Your treasure’s gone. Tank Town Keine Moral. Es gibt keine Moral. Wonders do not exist. Flowers opposing military machine. Symbols for a dream never to be real. Helpless gestures by a system built on war. Pacifism kills. Wonders do not exist. Flowers dismantle concrete and steel. Keine Moral. Pacifism kills. Keine Moral. Es gibt keine Moral. FRANZ STRØSUK (2013): Stultus es! This is a fucking smile song. Stultus es! Smile smile and you’ll do fine you are dull but it doesn’t even matter. Smile smile and you’ll do fine – smile smile great world leaders. With my mouth shut and my eyes wide open it was as if my mind had spoken and I realized (it just took me a while)all you need is a cute smile. So I drop my bombs and steal your money and you still think that I am funny that I am just this stupid white guy with my stupid smile. Smile smile and you’ll do fine you are dull but it doesn’t even matter. Smile smile and you’ll do fine – smile smile great world leaders. C.O.P. (City of Prohibition) Oh, great divine wisdom of walls and barriers, thou silence weighs a thousand tons.in your security we see our bright future ahead. You took the burden of thinking away. We moan in those streets of emptiness.“Adjust your attitude,” is your demand – and without questions we all obey. No questions asked – we all obey. Welcome to a city in decline. (All gone, all gone.) We moan in those streets of emptiness. “Adjust your attitude,” is your demand – and without questions we all obey. No questions asked – we all obey. Law by law we are seduced in this city (of prohibition). We will never rest The sun keeps smiling through the clouded sky and all the people in here make me feel so comfortable. From Graz to Prague, Maribor and Budapest – 10000 miles and more we will never rest. So this place is totally crowded with people that I love – we gonna tear this building down, won’t be pleased with the half. The people are having a fucking blast; it’s all about the time spent together dancing, drinkin’ and (fucking) doin’ fine. Shall we call this a movement, or maybe unity? Liberty may mean a shit, but tonight we are free. Whatever this day will bring, wherever we will go and wherever we’ll sleep tonight there is something I know: the moment is important when we tend to forget how precious tomorrow is – for now there is nothing to regret. Your Punk is Dead You claim to be honest to yourself but it’s just fashion. Of course you are a rebel, not in your heart, nor your soul. Fuck your hypocrisy. Your punk is dead. Your punk is dead. It is direct action, elaborated arguments and a demonstration. Scream it out loud. Scream it out loud. Your claims are a lie to yourself. Stop lying to yourself. You aren’t a modern rebel. Not in your heart nor your soul. Fuck your narrow mind. Your punk is dead. Your punk is dead. It is direct action, elaborated arguments and a demonstration. Scream it out loud. Scream it out loud. Your punk is dead but we are still alive. Your punk is dead. Separate ways Is there anything left to say? Was the first that came to my mind. I really can’t believe, have we been that fucking blind? Was it your fault or was it mine? Does it really change a thing? Was it your fault or was it mine? I don’t know. I don’t know. So we have gone that far. I don’t know. I don’t know. So we grew strong. The lights are out in our street and the wind whistles down the road. There is no need to talk, no wrong word and no right. Memories fade away. But I got this photograph and maybe I burn it or frame it someday. Nochamal Diene deinem Land! Denk darüber nach! Riot! Wolves There are no sanctuaries. The world is full of absolute nonsense and the wolves are taking back the country – leaving nothing more than a little mark behind. Teeth enclose my arm – no pain to feel, but I carry the scar. Thrived by my dreams I am haunted by their existence. You better believe it and pull the trigger. There are no sanctuaries left. My life, the diary of a madman. Thank God for Abortion Religion is a fraud and empty within. Matter over mind. Use your mind. In other worlds, human imagination adores the y-chromosomes. Two-headed snakes endure. What is blasphemy? Emptiness amongst believers. In other words: Thank God for Abortion. Laughter is the tyrants’ fear. Our words is what tyrants fear. Use your mind. Masterpieces are carved into wombs. Loose your mind. Life is a mess Can we change who we are and the way we see? and if we could, should we – can we become free? In the shadows, in the light. Strolling down the streets of reality, climbing up he rabbit’s hole – can you see me, can you see me? does it seem to be me? In the shadows, in the light. We are what we are and it’s never going to change. We are what we are – life is a mess.