(Song Has No Name)
Look around in our little paradise

Taste the innocent fruit

I'll bomb your brain away

There's power of technology

Which'll guard your human way

God is dead - Jesus crucified

And the pope will burn

On his gallow tonight

I can't believe this shocking truth

Can't look around - Can't open eyes

So taste just the freedom of

An forbidden youth

Everyday I walked through the streets

Bones instead of trees

Blood instead of water

A land which keeps on smiling

In the end of the book

Nobody wants to speak your dirty


Nobody wants to hear your sadistic


Questions build up - Never answered

More than just your god can see

So let's creep in the graves of our

Brothers and sisters

To forget an evil culture