I CANNOT BREATHE (Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do) Lawmen got a stranglehold on me. I lay face down on the cold concrete. Get your knee off my neck ‘cause I’m choking. My last breath broadcast on television. My last breath went viral over the world. My last breath was the spark that lit the fuse. My last breath. I cannot breathe. Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they have done.

PARADISE LOST (Today you will be with me in paradise, Pt. 1) I bought a ticket to paradise. A place of peace where I can hide. A place of peace to live in liberty. A place of peace. I’ve packed what I could into my bags and had to leave my wife and kids. I’ve sold all my possessions so I could pay the man, for a one-way ticket to the Promised Land. Right now I am crossing a merciless sea. The smell of death is surrounding me. My spirit is broken, I’ve got a tear in my eye, but I need to move on to reach paradise. I’ve almost reached paradise. My spirit’s broken but I survived. The sea took way too many lives. Too many lives. I’m not welcome in paradise. They compare me to the ones I despise. I am not an extremist, I’m just looking for peace. For a place to live with my family. Became a victim of a lie. There’s no such thing as paradise. No such thing as paradise. No paradise. Paradise lost.

REQUIEM (Today you will be with me in paradise, Pt. 2) Horror epics on television. Kalashnikovs form a rhythm section while seven trumpets complete God’s requiem. Run or get shot. We’re living in the age of panic. It’s such a long way towards salvation. Paradise seems out of reach.

I NEED TO GO (Woman behold your son, son behold your mother) I’m the jack of all trades, I’m a stepping stone. I want to be heard but my voice is gone. My heartfelt screams have always been ignored. My life has been a battle since day one, my day of birth. A losing battle is just what it seems. I’m a scapegoat of this society. Now I hear the sirens, they sing their song for me, and offer the solution: to end my misery. I need to go. Mum, please allow me to introduce my friend. Take care of each other in my absence. The world will keep turning, the seasons will change. You will need love when I’m fighting this war of mine. Woman behold your son, son behold your mother. I can feel your desperation, guilt and grief. But when you need me, mum, I will be there. Just look into his eyes, and you will see the man that I once used to be.

BETRAY (My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?) I get the short end of the stick. Drowning in self-pity. Depression’s got a hold of me. Once so vivid and confident, became bitter by reality. My dreams are walking with a limp. I feel so sick. I became dull. I feel so useless. Society’s fool. The man in the mirror stares at me. Where is the kid I used to be? No self-respect, no dignity. I became my own worst enemy. It feels like I betrayed myself. I’ve kept it bottled up too long. Never listened to my heart. It feels like I betrayed myself. I believed in fairy tales. Beat down by reality. Growing up is hard for me. No beautiful landscapes without terrible depths. No love without hate. No life without death. The man in the mirror stares at me. Where is the kid I used to be? No self-respect, no dignity. I became my own worst enemy. It feels like I betrayed myself. I’m useless. I’m fruitless. I’m hopeless. And pointless. I’m worthless. Abortive. I’m bootless. I’m profitless. I have forsaken myself.

DRUNKARD’S PLEA (I Thirst) The day of my relapse everything went black. Dreams may be deceptive but this nightmare’s real. The sword of Damocles hangs above my head. My dreams slip away through my fingers like sand. I hear voices inside my head. I thirst. Terrible voices inside my head. I thirst. The monsters inside my head, they haunt me like a curse. I need something to ease my mind, a cure to numb the pain. I hope to find redemption at the bottom of my glass. If I can’t have some liquor, I might as well be dead. I hear voices inside my head. I thirst. Terrible voices inside my head. I thirst. I’m so thirsty. Tonight the bottle let me down. Now I’m on my knees, hear my drunkard’s plea. I’m all alone again, looking for guidance. I need a helping hand, please Lord help me. “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”. Grant me some serenity or I will drink myself to death.

NEVER ADAPT (It is finished, Pt. 1) Crucify me for your sins. Torture me to death. Kill me. Stab me. Humiliate me. I will never change a bit. Treat me like a leper. Exterminate me like the plague. I will die happy, knowing that I’m all you hate. The final nail will pierce my flesh. Reject me. Despise me. Kill me, please. Call me a monster, a walking disease. You’re just a number. I’m a free man. That’s why you can’t stand me and my friends. The final nail will pierce my flesh. Never adapt. Never give in. Treat me like a leper. Exterminate me like the plague. I will die happy, knowing that I’m everything you hate.

STAGGER LEE (It is finished, Pt. 2) A young dropout went back to school, wearing his combat uniform. He brought his entire weaponry. He came back to write history. His name is Stagger Lee. I’m the grim reaper endorsed by the NRA. The bringer of destruction, my name is Stagger Lee. You can’t outrun my bullet. There is no place where you can hide. Your fate is sealed when you cross my path. Thunder and lightning are filling the sky when I empty my weapon and pump you full of lead. Thunder and lightning are filling the sky. You better start praying, it’s time for you to die. First I will shoot Billy a hole in his head, and then I will make sure that they will never forget that I’m the deadliest lone wolf, the sickest of them all. The sound of my name will make your skin crawl. Thunder and lightning are filling the sky when I empty my weapon and pump you full of lead. Thunder and lightning are filling the sky. You better start praying, it’s time for you to die. Now it’s time to say goodbye, to pull the trigger one last time. You never noticed me before, but today a legend is born. His name was Stagger Lee, bringer of death.

INDOCTRINATED (Father, into your hands I commit my spirit) We commit our spirit into your hands. Guide us towards righteousness. Give us back our pride. Give us back our land. Be our Sheppard until the bitter end. Grant us the final solution; the Lebensraum we all deserve. Grant us the final solution; the solution to end our misery. Indoctrinated, we’re marching in line. Indoctrinated, we’ve lost our mind. Indoctrinated, we put our faith in thee. Indoctrinated, common sense is the enemy. Fear is corrupting our fragile minds. It’s the opiate that keeps us blind and in line. Fear is slowly turning into hate, fuelled by agitators and firebrands. We’re walking blindfolded towards a cliff, like lemmings towards our final destiny. We’re so submissive we dig our own graves. We sign our own death sentence, again and again. Indoctrinated, we’re marching in line. Indoctrinated, we’ve lost our mind. Indoctrinated, we put our faith in thee. Indoctrinated, common sense is the enemy. They are indoctrinated like in nineteen thirty-three. Dazzled by lies, they ignore history. They are filled with fear, they’ve got hate in their eyes. Rain is falling from the sky, when we hear the angels cry.

THE VOICE OF REASON The voice of reason is reduced to background noise. It got lost in the cacophony of the “absolute truth”. The end really seems to justify the means. Now false prophets proclaim their ominous messages of hate. Divide the world in left and right, where everything is black or white. It’s us or them, it’s never we. A Gutmensch or a fascist pig. Electoral gain seems to be the only goal. They talk in one-liners to star in the evening news. All I hear are empty phrases, empty phrases filled with lies. Empty phrases that rape our common sense and ruin our fragile minds. Divide the world in left and right, where everything is black or white. It’s us or them, it’s never we. A Gutmensch or a fascist pig. They try to fix what isn’t broken. They are appointing problems without offering a solution. They divide the world in two completely different camps. Pick a side, ‘cause if you aren’t with us you’re against us. We’re angry and upset that they fooled us again, that they didn’t have the answers to our complicated questions. We still need a navigator to guide us through the night, to guide us through the tunnel towards the light. What if they are not the problem? What if we are the real problem? Faith means not wanting to know the truth. We keep making the same mistakes all over again. There is no such thing as free will. We keep marching on ‘til the bitter fucking end.