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Unser Liebe Fraue - English Lyrics
Our dear beloved Mary, who hears us when we roam;
Look down on us poor soldiers and bring us safely home!
Stave of the cold and hunger, and help us sate our drought,
We came with lots of money, and none when we came out!

The drumming! The drumming!
Alarm! Alarm! Alarm!
Heiriderideran, riederan,
Men, to arms!
Soldiers, to arms!

The drummer beats to quarters – our noble banners wave
And now with strength and honor, we'll fight as soldiers brave.
The river fish are biting, the wheat in pastures lay,
The flames of war are blowing to set the world ablaze!

The drumming! The drumming!
Alarm! Alarm! Alarm!
Heiriderideran, riederan,
Men, to a
HTF_Himitsu Keisatsu
Muda dazo! Omae wa miharareteru  doko e nigeyou tomo
Kokka no tenpuku  takuramu yakara o  keshite  warera wa  nogashi wa shinai
Omae no  subete no  koudou PATAAN  haaku shiteiru  nani mo kamo o na!

It's useless. You're being watched. No matter where you run,
we will not let off those who scheme to overthrow the government.
We already have a good grasp of the patterns of all your movements!

Omae ga  nounou to  kurashiteru ma ni  kyouryokusha wa  fueteru
Omae no  mawari no  subete no monotachi  tatoeba rinjin, douryou
Sara ni wa  koibito, kazoku made mo ga  omae o  kanshi shiteru

While you lead a carefree life, the number of our collab
Capitalist Master RaceThis is the age of the capitalist master race
Just smear a some fake tan or some make up on your face
A man is judged by the content of his clothes
The linings of his pockets and his black book full of hoes

Welcome to the age of copyright
Era of the mainstream music reich
Bombs fall from the air
But no one really cares
Come grab your swag for corporate genocide

To be a member of this final master race
All you have do is know your given place
Never question what you see on the television screen
And check with hollywood to validate your dreams
Because thinking is for the creeps and loners
It's not enough anymore to be a stoner
You've gotta dr
A Terror From the StarsIt's A Terror From the Stars
(and Now It's Hunting Mankind)

The numbers on the stopwatch
They are shrinking in size
Perspire to the countdown
With wild fear in our eyes

It's a terror like no other
Yet, it's a beauty from afar
Not unlike us mortal clowns
It was birthed from the stars

It is a beast to voiceless lambs
There are no comforts to find
It declared a war for world peace
Now it's hunting mankind

With a bright and perfect smile
It will chase us for miles
Force us to painful awareness
Of how much we've been careless

An avatar for great wonder
It contradicts with its violence
Our glowing, colorful bliss
Before we are darkened and si
adverts special entertainmentyou cannot be sure you'll die. you don't know where you are now, where will you be and where were you, maybe it's your own delusion. you can be certain of uncertainty. uncertainty is your only truth.

new clock is going backwards, further
your knowledge overtakes it, self-employed as a sin
they've told you what others say is a lie
but then they made it obvious, evidence you must believe in

here you are, have some impotence drugs
they'll give it to you, to feel pleasurably supple
but then they'll castrate you, blind you, stun you
for being too excitable

new lungs collapse witch each breath, further
your imagination defeats it, disavowal as a
Paper CuttersPaper Cutters

Here I am with pencil cutters
And eraser haters
Surrounded by doodling dreamers
And oil painting professions
With modelling scissors
And super star rulers

Photoshopers and illustrators are the new party
Gonna bring down the sketchers and etchers
They're gonna make us throw paint bombs
And shoot powder paint pellets
To start another crafty war
The water colour works are starting
And are drowning children's pastel dreams

We aren't modelling scissors
Or pellet shooters
Nor the ones with pastel dreams
We are just paper cutters

We are the ones that glide
Glides across pastel white pages
Or shark teeth until the end
Some will s
Boston, Mass. DistractionBaskin Robbins and my 32 Jedi flavors, I'm a digital Vader
Militant wit of Death Star rhymes written with a lightsaber
We fought back against the SOPA-PIPA cyber security invader
But the Boston, Mass. distraction made a CISPA sized crater
Perpetrations of a conspicuous nature, a false flag caper
carried out to dissipate civil liberties to smoke and vapor
provokin' anger, revokin' freedom like a demon dictator
Every week a million people find a death they didn't deserve
But only an attack gets labeled terrorism to strike a nerve
The Craft in battle dress are sworn to protect and swerve
Subverting freedom of the press to suppress what you observe
Premature reports of an arrest, simon says it's too absurd
Social media stirred, redd-it on the tweets of a toxic bird
The logic is blurred in half you've seen and all you heard
Misinformation manufactured to make us divide and fracture
To speculate on disaster and hide the heart of the matter
Homeland insecurity puts a face on tragedy to lynch
bled on blondeis it the worst thing ever been
 who has bled on blonde for me
 and who has been the crooked streets
 through the ghost-worlds badly dreamed
has it been that long did we meet
 is that your face are you a screen
 did my computer know your name
 why are your eyes they're blinking green
I'm in the ending haven't seen
 I got the redlights not the green
 we've been inducted introduced
 we are these we got to choose
The ObserverVoyuer of pain
Ass is firmly parked
Eyes on the stain
Where is the heart?
So dead on the inside
It tears off the outside
Observant
So observant
Watching and no touching
Always lurking
A cry for help
Is another rape you indulge yourself

There is no action
There is no retaliation
Legs firmly planted into the ground
And so you stare without a sound
Staring
Staring
Observing
Retinas are pleased
With suffering increased

What the fuck is wrong with you - we yell
What hides behind the eyes no one can tell
A sick mind with no ethical perspective
Empathy highly defective
Where his eyes will stay
Is just a car crash away

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I don't want muchA loaf of bread, enough to eat.
Warm clothes to wear, shoes on my feet.
Doctor's visits, an end to debt.
A job to do, some self-respect.

I went to school, I learned my skills.
I had a job and paid the bills.
But now it's gone, sent far away,
Done by a man for half the pay.

They took my house, I'm on the streets,
Pushed out of sight of the elites.
Out on the edge I'm forced to lurk.
I don't ask much, I want to work.
I'm WrongI'm wrong.

Every day I almost drown in the sea of my wrongness.
I'm wrong so often, it's a wonder I'm ever right.
Sadly, this is inevitable.
I know virtually nothing when compared to the total knowledge of humanity.
Whenever I open my mouth, no matter how right I think I am,
it's almost infinitely more likely that what comes out
is simply a display of what I do not know,
how wrong I really am, rather than a display of what I do know.
Sadly, this obviously doesn't apply to just me, it applies to all of us.
Even more sadly, it applies equally to humanity as a whole,
for we know virtually nothing when compared to the set of all possib
The FoolSitting in the corner
Of the bathroom at school
I think of how things were
And how we were cool

Smoking in the canyons
Right next to the playground
Ditching the school's minions
And running from their sounds.

Then we stole alcohol
From a parent's liquor store
And I had such a ball
All I wanted was more.

So I drank every day,
And drinking, drinking still
Finally had its way
And bent me to its will.

And now it isn't cool,
Drinking my life away,
I have just played the fool,
Getting drunk every day.

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Everybody Get Religion

:iconrenegade4dio:

Everybody needs religion,
It tells us what to do.
Everyone destroying all sin,
The killin' proves it's true.

Everybody get religion,
The most moral thing you can do.
Everyone stone your neighbors,
It's what our gods want from you.

Everybody goes to church and prays.
God above is callin' you.
From these books of yesterdays,
We all know what to do.

Hindus kill the Muslims,
And Muslims kill Hindus.
Christians kill the witches,
And everybody kills the Jews.

Everybody gets religion,
The most moral thing you can do.
Everyone stone your neighbors,
It's what our gods want from you.
:iconrenegade4dio:
This is a little ditty I wrote last year. It's intended to be horribly offensive, but I say it to make a real point. If you somehow miss the point and take it as me advocating killing anyone at all, YOU HAVE MADE THE MISTAKE IN UNDERSTANDING.

A YouTube video of me performing this can be found here:
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WARNING! I can't sing, and the bucket I use to carry the tune has no bottom....
:iconlangsam:
*langsam Mar 26, 2011
Don't you mean "performing"? Sorry, I'm just a compulsive copy editor. And I don't think it's offensive at all. At least if I don't have to listen to you sing.
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~renegade4dio Mar 26, 2011
Hmm. Clearly my performance of performing was preformed poorly. Fixed in post-formation editing... ;)
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