Megalomaniac
KMFDM
die wunder dieser welt werden dir geschenkt. glück ist nicht käuflich, sehnsucht bleibt unerreicht. preisrätsel winken nimmersatt. kein mitleid für die mehrheit.
nihilistic mystics,
apostolic alcoholics, messianic manics, cataclysmic and prolific.
in the age of super boredom hype and mediocrity, celebrate relentlessness. menace to society.
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اگزیستانسیال
KMFDM – Megalomaniac
this is counter culture from the underground. eternal revolution, this is our sound.
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KMFDM – Megalomaniac
2:30 refuse is our inspiration, terrorism our trade. sabotage and piracy, chaos our mental state. mesmerizing, festering, intended for the faint of heart. cultish and anthemic, until death us do part.
اگزیستانسیال
KMFDM – Megalomaniac
3:30 wenn der untergrund bebt ist die ordnung erschüttert. der verrat an der seele macht leben ungesund. mit unschlagbaren reimen werden wir uns vertreiben. die zeit der langen weile bis zum grossen bums.
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KMFDM – Megalomaniac
like a fiendish tropic virus, spitting bile at all you whores. razor sharp, tongue in cheek, poking in your open sores.
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KMFDM – Megalomaniac
a wolf in sheep's clothing, the ultimate disgrace, wrapped up as a gift of god exploding in your face.
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and every day i am haunted by all the things i could became, but but i didn't because of this shit hole we live in it.
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a corpse, shambling forward under inertia
Wounded Masquerade
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Wounded Masquerade – a corpse, shambling forward under inertia
the weight i carried now crumbles, leaving me alone.
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Wounded Masquerade – a corpse, shambling forward under inertia
1:38 there’s no lingering fear, i’ve carried this burden year after year. and now, the silence is finally here. don’t waste your breath, the dust has settled, claiming my light.
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Wounded Masquerade – a corpse, shambling forward under inertia
there will be no more sorrow. just a surrendered ending life. i surrender.
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Wounded Masquerade – a corpse, shambling forward under inertia
3:15 the last breath drawn, a silent sigh. no tear to shed, just a goodbye. a long, long fall beneath the sky. i asked for nothing, except to die.
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Wounded Masquerade – a corpse, shambling forward under inertia
4:13 don’t reach a hand, dont speak my name. the final turn, i welcome this end. this hollow shell, this failing frame, a corpse, shambling forward under inertia.