twisted words and flattery
words without capacity
would you, please! donīt talk to me
you spit the speech of misery

you donīt really care
you pollute my air
i donīt want to share
please piss off, this is my square

tasteless bread and circuses
enticing lies, they come for less
channelized like playing chess
with calculated friendliness

you donīt understand
you are not my friend
wonīt do what you demand
donīt touch the bottle in my hand

get smashed, get crashed, get pissed
tolerance will not exist
kill you all, is on my list
in this world you wonīt get missed

all the people in the street
give the license that i need
twisted words and gossip talk
chit chat everywhere i walk

get smashed, get crashed, get pissed
tolerance will not exist
call the existencialist
( From: http://www.elyrics.net )
in this world you wonīt get missed

all the people in the street
give the assurance that i need
twisted words and gossip talk
chit chat everywhere i walk

i wanna line the pieces up
donīt cross. donīt make me stop
hopelessness has reached the top
i handle problems with a cut

all my efforts hit the wall
no one ever hear my call
iīve scratched the massage from my soul
thanks for watching, thatīs my fall

wonīt breath this hatemosphere
wonīt swallow what i hear
wonīt waste another year
i wonīt cry no further tear

iīll erase the memory
every line and melody
h. a. m. b. u. r. g.
iīll carry out the prophecy

youīre the squatter of my brain
youīre the winner in this game
youīre the bottle in my hand
i swallow for a happy end