Stronger than reason
Stronger than lies
The only truth I know
Is the look in your eyes
… The look in your eyes
Just like a car crash
Just like a knife
My favorite weapon
Is the look in your eyes
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
There’s a ton locked in your empty eyes
Get out of my life
I’m chewing on glass
And eating my fingers
I’m not the one
Who’s run out of lies
Lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of lies
You’ve run out of time
Cutting my face
And walking on splinters
I lost my soul
To the look in your eyes
Your eyes
You ran out of lies
You ran out of lies
You ran out of lies
You ran out of time
Stigmata
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes,
They tell me nothing, nothing but lies, yes
Yes
Ministry
Ministry – So What
“You have had all that money can give you, but that wasn’t
enough. You became a thrill-seeker. Kill for the thrill.
(assassin) This thrill-seeking became the one great thing in
your life, planning one thrill on another until the murder.
Kill for the love of killing.
(guilty) Kill for the thrill.
The thrill-seeker comes from all walks of life.
He comes from the home, a home where the parents are to busy to treat their children with respect.”
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Scum-suckers! Debility divulged!
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Die! Die! Die! Die!
You said it!
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I’m alive
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die! Die! Die! Die!
“Kill for the thrill. (assassin) Some people think newspapers exaggerate juvenile crime.
All that is defined mostly to the large cities, juvenile delinquency is underlined.
Thus parents think something is going wrong with the environment.
Adults create the world, children live it.
Juvenile delinquency is always rooted in adult delinquency.
And in this process,
parents play the key role when children grow up among adults who refuse to recognize anything that is fine and good,
or worthy of respect.”
Die! Die! Die! Die!
So what, it’s your own problem to learn to live with
Destroy us, or make us slaves
We don’t care, it’s not our fault that we were born too late
A screaming headache on the promised age
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die!
Die!
Now that I know what it’s like,
I’ll kill them all if I like
Only time will decide
No one listened to reason,
it’s too late and I’m ready to fight
So what? Now I’m ready to fight!
I’m ready to fight!
I’m ready to fight!
I’m ready to fight!
I’m ready to fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
So What?
So What?
So What?
So What?
So What?
So What?
