Build your wall and Send your troops Raise defense or Try to impose an embargo Close your embassies now Or ask Canada for help Call your mum to pick you up Stop crying, you prick armada unarmed and trapped infantry diminished airborne grounded or free fall And the navy seals self-sealed Cause tonight we are coming And it’s the end of your american imperial disgrace Untrained millennials – not the best choice Your falling phalanx hits the mud All of your stolen colonial achievements Will be now part of my Dominion You’re entering my territory Get out of my property one step closer – your last step ambushes, pitfalls and booby traps (you are fighting on foreign terrain) a million mercs – against you jerks One boot and the ants all flee Just legal kills on private property Once we have all been grateful Now we are disgusted By your unholy missions and your self-balanced justice A global guardian led By the weapon lobby A warlord bored to death Makes crusade mandatory We grant you peace But not the peace of the grave Or the security of the slave We will grant you solely the eternal peace of suffering in remorse Your problems are self-made But they can be solved but we don’t offer help and this is the result Our reason and spirit cannot solve all of your shit We tend to wait and watch your shit hit the fan

From the cradle to the craving Augmentation is what we choose Borders of growth, simple math shows That we all are simply fucked This whole animated degradation of our highly sophisticated and well-developed civilization Easily causing ominous predictions, but there is a disputed solution We reach our hands and scream together Soylent green now! Streets are prohibited to non-permits (in 1 hour) Cool down, you renitents, it won’t last longer (than your life) Disastrous consequences, lethal courses (keep direction) Call it what you will, human sourced Starvation, poverty, they cannot deny it Politics, hypocrites, you can’t rely on Riots and civil wars lead to mass isolations Stats and prognosis predict an aggravation 2022 and still we have no clue Measurements set, pathetic and much too late Our plans insufficient, they lead to extinct The timeline reached, but where is our Soylent Green? Deadly by nature, a victim of itself, but our food still not on human-base Troopers now fight the mass, sheer dread takes over soon sheer dread will take over irremediable grief turns into a sinister undercurrent of malaise Overpopulation, Inventory harlot Stade controlled troopers The Exchange Disappointment Crops Rare food, plants Man’s inhumanity to man and nature You are bought as soon as they pay you a salary You know I won’t understand them if I live to be a hundred Soylent green is made out of people, Soylent green is people They’ll breed us like cattle for food, You’ve gotta tell them There was a world, once, you punk People were always rotten, but the world was beautiful Before our scientific magicians poisoned the water, polluted the soil Decimated plant and animal life The ocean’s dying, Plankton’s dying Turn the air conditioning way up, we’ll make it as cold as winter used to be Turned into a tool to control and lead Non-profit NGO gaining higher profit, while for the common benefit no resources remain

Pete and Paul have passed a warning sign simply warning of the mines that were buried in the field but they simply lacked the ability to read What was ahead them, it was nor the clan neither the innocent black man which they traced through the darkest forest to this misty field And here their story suddenly ends The clan was still seeking for my trace Karl and Colm were caught by cold surprise and the cracking river ice Snowflakes’ scent assured ashore now due to melting smells no more the surface broke within a sec the skill of balance they all had lacked now words by the Reverend: This was not the plan where is this skinny bastard which we traced through the woods and the field to the river and here their story obviously ends cannot see through the cuts in their white order hoods that their wives poorly sewed equipped inappropriate it has always been too late claimed tribute for their hate this is their final fate distributed in field and mud they yelled for blood time to yield woe me who arranged it and suddenly regret it back and forth, but they lost their grace woe me who arranged it the clan will now blame me back and forth, but they lost the trace

Stumbling down these endless ore tunnels like his ancestors long time ago none of them really ever grew old His Canary, a loyal companion which he called never his own before her silence now predicting his sure death I cannot deny that I am also one of those to blame and even feel ashamed for our distinguished human race future calls those to arms who can see clearly the path we chose – destination will be uroboros Because the ore bag cracks open and reveals what you’re really here for The ore chunks you then gulp down, they all slide slowly down your throat I cannot deny that I am also one of those to blame and even feel ashamed for the distinguished human race The drilling rig, the forge of fate never running dry on black gold quite likely sets it on fire The essence of life, clear pure hydro unmodified but still privatized Will hopefully quench your thirst and cool down your steel The pipeline cracks open and reveals that I’m a brave driller Gas, oil, fire & flames, all slides slowly down your throat the fire burns always bright melting pot, constantly keen on abandoned souls Your cleanse is not much than surficial No better ones than the last But the past still makes us wannabes Those paths will lead to extinct already used to the taste of shit swallow their shit, it will slide slowly down your throat Consortiums of corrupt antagonists, I am feed up with their greed Don’t forget to open your mouth when the shit finally hits the fan

The dinner prepared and you, dear guests, almost can’t wait The table is set with delightful delicious regrets I hope you brought some appetite My evil grin in fact I can no longer hide Don’t you dare to miss a plate All shall be served before the hour is getting late Now my stomach is growling and you all seem to realize your fate No chance to escape me, much too late My cleaver is not grinded and it seems that this fact fosters your grief As the desert, I will serve you the deserved relief My command is my own wish From the very first gulp until the lick of the last dish A painful end for your dinner & crime Do not take it too bad I always stayed just a hermit whoever I met I am bringing in the trough and crazy go the hogs Some little ones jump around and try to seem much bigger While the bigger pigs just sow Due to my big heart and due to my big balls The bigger parts of your small brains will be The pearls put in front of my bigger pigs