Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we
from the bones of the dead With mud and straw, blood and sweat You know your worth when your enemies Praise your architecture of aggression Praise your architecture of aggression
Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten the tourniquet around your neck
Razors edge Outlines the dead Incisions in my head Anticipation, the stimulation To kill the exhilaration Close your eyes Look deep in your soul Step
Trapped in purgatory a lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal death will be their acquisition The sky is turning red return to power draws near Fall
make me feel aggression I can't believe all I hear As for you you'd better prepare to feel my rage All I am is... aggression To your face - I am the
Your life means nothing. Parting isn't such sweet sorrow. Dripping with hate. Words from the inner soul. Realization of my ways. Evidently unapparant
calls What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression Once, I
the bone is broken the vein is cut the entrails of people torn to shreds the world watches no country gives a shit no one a finger to lift following orders
Young girl, so sweet And once so innocent Your life, so brutal True emotions suppressed You scream, but he won't Hear a word till, he's had his away Victim
The only truth I've heard Is the truth that I've spoken myself A pack of lies is all I get from Anybody else Experience shows me I'm right Deceit is the
intentions My greed for blood is growing more and more Extreme aggressions Seeing you suffer brings pleasure to me Extreme aggressions My aggressions
Lies, I can't stand these lies anymore These tells about a better world A better world for you and me Hate, our hate is growing, that's for sure Future
Intense devastation of nature Constructing a future for man The world is sold dirt cheap For promises no one can ever keep There's no hope, just decay
There is no difference between death and life Just a circle to be closed by time Creature comforts in this earthly plane Have become more hallowed than
[Method Man] Ah-ahhowwwwwwwwww! We are... here... to lay this boy... to rest... And so shall you... be put, to death... [Method Man] Beware of the
Sickening, the things that I see Can't stop my mind from slowly wandering Dreamin' again, I think you're with me But there is where the thinking ends
glass cuts deep into the skin Moshed up knuckles a drunken threesome With a fist and a wall And an empty bottle Primal, primal Primal, primal, aggression
