Kein Mampf Mit Kutzenzangen
Bethlehem
No Munching with Pliers
Nasty chair, missed you
Lost on bare branches
Ugliness always whines
In golden palaces
The machine god speaks sparingly
Of sheer mockery and envy
Noble disgust feasts in the mire
Ready for suicide
My apathy is withered
Damned to consume itself
Demons dig deep
Vow to empty me
We saddle the dead horse
Promise to whip it
No fate leads high to the gallows
In rock we carve the word
You must understand the deep fall
Down to the withered teat
Always eat the nougat head
Thrive in a putrid crevice
My apathy is withered
Damned to consume itself
Demons dig deep
Vow to empty me
My obituary is withered
Damned to ferment
Demons penetrate me
Awaken, to multiply
