The_Wordman_Chronicles

In my life you rushed
and all my defenses you crushed
loving you was never my plan
but out of options I ran

To say you goodbye I don’t need to try
because resistance is futile
once I lay hands on your Armageddon hips
and kiss your Apocalypse

My whole world ends
when I am in your hands
I wanna make my last stand
but you blow it away like sand

To say you goodbye I don’t need to try
because resistance is futile
once I lay hands on your Armageddon hips
and kiss your Apocalypse

The live that I once nursed
went away with the walls that you burst
to everything else you made me blind
everything else you made me left behind

To say you goodbye I don’t need to try
because resistance is futile
once I lay hands on your Armageddon hips
and kiss your Apocalypse

Now I am ready for the end
my soul to heaven I send
I’m completely in your hand
that makes me the damned

To say you goodbye I don’t need to try
because resistance is futile
once I lay hands on your Armageddon hips
and kiss your Apocalypse

Ink time

All we do we’re doing reckless
And everywhere we go, we create a big mess
So they call us the young and the stupid
But we get hit by the arrows of cupid

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Shirts down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

Getting wasted on the weekend
Don’t care about the rent
We don’t have a plan
But we can sleep in the van

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Pants down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

We have no use for sorrow
And we don’t like to think about tomorrow
We wanna party all night long
And sing along to every song

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Shirts down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

They call us drifters
But in fact we are shifters
We turn it all around
With the power of our sound

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Pants down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

They think in our mind lives a child
Because we are always so wild
But it is just our style
To rock every day with a big smile

Porn Stars

You left your parents and you left them torn
The last thing that you said to them was: Now I’m doing porn
Everybody does it, so why shouldn’t I be a hit?

You’re not without wits
found somebody to pay for your big tits
Tell me bunny, what your gonna do with all your honey?

You got a big tool in your pants and cheap lipstick on your hands
Tell me when you act so cool and hot
does your heart beat faster or does it not?

Tell me when you shine so bright in the cold spotlight
do you really know that nothing dies inside your hearts
when the camera zooms in on to your private parts?

When you take good care of the one you just met
and fading happiness is not all you spread
Tell me then missy, why can’t I see the intimacy?

The meat show demands a final blow and a fake flirt
Tell me about the dirt you embrace when you take off that shirt
Do you feel proud when you scream so loud?

Tell me about your soul within
when you rub the stuff that sticks from your wet skin
How much fun do you have left when you recall the things you’ve done?

Will you really live in clover when the show is over?
Will you go to bed with all your dreams being more than just a silhouette?
Will someone keep you warm and melt the freezing harm?

Cold now feels every scar
I know all you ever wanted was to be a shining star
I wish you may not just decay

But after all this hardcore, I don’t know what to say more
I think that only time will tell if you’ll be well
And stay kind or eventually break your mind…

Their Machinery Of War

As young gods their men march to war
but when their blood is spilled they learn how mortal they are
Fooled by false truths
they water the killing fields with their youths!

Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Go and hide behind your brand new car
Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Destruction is what they adore!

Every man, woman and child will give their blood
until every river becomes a red flood
They know that there is nothing to gain
but every man, woman and child will get their share of pain!

Without care they unleash the beast
and invite death to a feast
Rape, hate and murder are their game
in war there is no place for shame!

They don’t care if they go to hell
all they want are markets for their weapons to sell
They sure have wives and kids but this is all theory
they never felt a bit of empathy!

Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Safe they watch the Armageddon from afar
Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Turning earth into a dead star!

Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
But don’t you get it? We are their machinery of war!
Don’t you think that’s strange?
And don’t you think it’s time for a change?

Sink their ships! Take their whips!
Burn their tanks! Erase their ranks!
Don’t create their future! Make them our past!
Think for yourself and be free! Free at last!

Hedonism

All I ever want is fun, ‘cause I live fast and when I die I’m still gonna be young
When you come knocking at my door I hope you know that my kicks are all I got to life for
Life may be no race, but if you want to be with me, you got to keep up the pace

For me it’s not an euphemism but my way of life
He… He… Hedonism
He… He… Hedonism

Always pleasure is my prey and only occasionally do I wonder: Where’s my picture, Dorian Gray
Sometimes I’m haunted by the things I’ve done, but I just stay ahead and watch another rising sun
I ask the night, I ask the light: Why can I wear so many skins and none of them does show my sins

For me it’s not an euphemism but my way of life
He… He… Hedonism
He… He… Hedonism

I’ll always get me what I need and I don’t care if this is a one way street
As long as yesterday is in the rear (mirror), I don’t care about my path unclear
In my life’s blossom all I appreciate is sweet idleness in my befouled bosom

For me it’s not an euphemism but my way of life
He… He… Hedonism
He… He… Hedonism

I only plug the cutest flowers and I cherish them with golden showers
Without haste I waste all that I got on my exquisite taste
Don’t you see? The only currency I measure is my purest pleasure

For me it’s not an euphemism but my way of life
He… He… Hedonism
He… He… Hedonism

I never denied me what I desired, this is just the way I’m wired
One day maybe one will know and see through my shameless show
But after my reputation I got nothing else to lose, so then I just set my whole life loose

For me it’s not an euphemism but my way of life
He… He… Hedonism
He… He… Hedonism

Let me tell you about a muse
who is out there to confuse
She is a whirl
and people call her a bad girl

She lets every man
do to her what he can
With her you don't have to take it slow
'cause her moral standards are very low

She likes to wear less
and is always ready for some monkey business
With her the moon and the sun
always promising fun

She is very cheesy
so to get her is very easy
With her you can mate
right after the first date

For her you don't need to stay
you can even skip the foreplay
She likes to tease
and then go for the release

She likes every bard
for playing his heart
With her you don't have to plan long
'cause she comes and then she's gone

This girl is on fire
and full of desire
She’s turning everyone’s pressure
into leisure

Beautiful man
I don't know
if I should envy you
for all those pretty ladies that you prey

Beautiful man
I don't know
if I should pity you
for all those pretty ladies that you throw away

Beautiful man
Your life of sin
Is eating you from within
For you there is no way out
Because you’re just too proud

Beautiful man
You know who you are
a man with a scar
instead of a heart
maybe you had none from the start

Beautiful man
you know best
about the hole in your chest
that can never be filled
and your soul that never gets thrilled

Beautiful man
You are one step closer to doom
When she's storming out your bedroom
'cause you found another one to groom
and your true colors loom

Beautiful man
For every heart you steal
you step away from what is real
and that is not to be cold as steel
but to have something to feel

Beautiful Man
If you just once allow yourself to fall apart
in the arms of someone smart
this love would hold a reward
the birth of your heart

When she woke up, the truth hit her hard
her lover was dead, with a blade in his heart
Yes, in his chest a knife
was what ended his life

She wanted a change
but this way seemed strange
so on the way out, she picked up his gun
'cause she knew, from now on she'd be on the run

She was never a fortunate one
her father wanted a son
her mother a beauty queen
but in this scene she never was seen

They told her she is not pretty enough
that her cheekbones are much too rough
and that even with beautiful hair
in her eyes there is too much despair

She grabbed a man in a bar
told him she likes his scar
and said its okay, to go to his place
where she woke up, next to his lifeless face

in her hands still the smoking’ gun
in her head she heard a strange voice
saying: It is okay, you had no choice
you're mine and we gonna have so much fun

What follows is dread
a trail of bodies, all dead
think about that, when you take to bed
the strange girl you just met