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Texte "Head" |
Don´t
Care
(introducing the new four-letter-word)
pieces of my brain served on a plate don´t turn away I know you want
it I don´t care a fuck ! taste of it your eyes will catch these pictures
in the sky I don´t care ... ! promise you you´ll find yourself
somewhere in space somewhere in time I don´t care ... !
Scared
(to rule is sweet, but not as sweet as to ... obey)
scared about your voice miles away in my head close to your hand too close
to feel something more scared! the deeper I go into my thoughts the deeper
is the pain the deeper I go into your thoughts the deeper is my pain scared!
where is that knife to kill this soul push into my guts don´t care about
the pains I won´t scream scared!
Murder is
Happytime
("every man for his own thing, mine is ... corpses")
having sex that means to me to kill the girl I meet fuck the corpse a time
or two and ditch it off the street mama, an angel said to me to eat your
heart will bring me fortune shut - butthole-stitch for mama-bitch shut -
post-mortem-fuck brings quieter luck mama ... my love for animals came clear
to me since puberty but, please forgive, it cannot be if there´s no
blood to see mama ... run in my knife, sweet life, if only you have blood
to give that´s fine with me, as you can see, now I can raise my stiff
mama ...
Hope
(you and your hope, wobbling down the street ... )
what you want what you need what you get is hope
you won´t get me it´s hard to get me
Burn
("to die on the electric chair, what a thrill, the only one I haven´t
experienced yet")
burn my flesh in the fires of pain burn my body this coil frame burn my body
the smell of burning flesh the taste of burned legs burn my body now, I
don´t care! taste me would you like a piece of head taste me take what
you get burn my body now, I don´t care!
Short
Trousers
(the germans were unanimous: he was even worse ... Hitler)
dear mom, this is your little son things are going fine one could nearly
say it´s fun dad, how does it work at home I know you can´t be
pleased with me one could clearly say I´m wrong I´m so sorry, all
this eagerness in vain all I can do now is nail my ass to relieve this fucking
pain when it comes I can´t control it Jeckyll is Hyde within a minute
hide your boys and hide their bones it always happens when I see short trousers
the more the blood the more the lust add the painful begging and crying the
formular is easy as can be an hourlong orgasm will be guaranteed sex is sex
for me as well
Kiss My
Blood
("the phantastic voyage", in-o-space, tee-hee)
come inside use your eyes kiss my blood touch my thoughts got the idea to
cut me up come inside and dance through my veins now come inside use your
illusions kiss my blood dance through my veins kiss my blood I know you want
it come inside and dance through my veins now come inside dance through my
veins kiss my blood
I Touch
Myself
(this one´s very very ... hard)
I know it´s hard, babe I know you do it right I think of you, babe I
need your hands on me I think of you, babe when I touch myself I know it´s
hard, babe I know you do it right your hands on me, babe your tongue at my
cock I think of you, babe I need your hands on me I think of you, babe when
I touch myself I know it´s hard, babe I know you do it right
Suffer
(we´ve been told that god is ... female, and we approve to)
my brain says no my head says no but isn´t it wonderful to suffer from
love ? to scratch your skin to touch your breast to feel your breath on my
navel suffer from love ! strike me with your looks I sit up and beg I hurt
your feelings without mercy, without a sense of shame suffer from love !
I love you god, I love you I´m afraid my love to survive you suffer
from love !
Big Fly
(big drama-o-rama, just to add some deep thought (not throat, you SOB))
big fly in your mouth talks too much careless words like nails in my head
no lies unspoken words, but I never told you any lie I took this way won´t
look back hard to explain hard to find the words to explain no lies unspoken
words, but I never told you any lie feel the silence in my heartland while
the wind blows wild again bad news for you hard to explain
I Won´t
Pray
(lp only)
flesh experience your spirit a darkened room your head I won´t pray
! reach out for your soul wasted thought it´s all garbage a path I´m
scared at the thought a thousand scare-crows with eyes like you I won´t
pray ! delightful age absurdity in its wholly catastrophy psychological end
not yet I won´t pray !
Alle Songs von Supersonic X. Alle Texte von Ippo, außer Murder und Short Trousers, die von Ralf sind.