…You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch people's heads a-roll Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Swaying to the Symphony of Destruction…

…And I ask myself could my sun still shine. When bitter greed still wails in my veins. Did I accomplish my mission with divinity? When my soul and mind said no to me. Pain, gain, I wear my bomb with dignity Greed, stain…

…Lazy sunday low Comes to the town Maybe this is the way To breakaway, baby Missing in action Lost your satisfaction Fact or fiction Go to the wrong direction Maybe less is more Too much for love Revolution and remedy A mind without a melody Missing in action Lost your satisfaction Fact or fiction Go to the wrong direction…

…We can just bump in our bed, you can do it like in a sport day, I can be your professional trainer, workout is very physical, you just need to feel it. I have studied in a sport high school, I am in a good shape, still…

…SEEN THE LIGHT AND SHADOW, IT HAS MADE YOU DISTANT, IT CAN LAST FOR HOURS. YOU HAVE A LOT MORE TO GIVE, YOU JUST DOUBT TO SEE IT. YOU ARE GOOD IN EVERYTHING, ITS WASY TO SEE, EVEN THOUGH, I CANT FEEL IT. YOU HAVE CONSENTRATED, TO THE WORK AND TRAVELLING, IT IS ALL FUN, NOT SO BORING, THAT MANY OTHER THING.…

…Symphony Of Destruction! You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a God Watch peoples heads A'roll A'roll A'roll Just like Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Swaying…

…this living hell But in my dreams the justice dwells Betrayers are torn apart And my hate will fade away with their blood My hate runs deep In the waters of grudge and unforgiveness Leniency is for the weak I'd rather…

…To live like in hotels. its your game during the days, its now a flag day party, everything is nice, even though you dont see, it that way. You can do what you wish, in here everything is easy, it feels like a you play…

…Revelation. Pokey space yeah. Soft but stoney. I'm not you fucking pony! How shoud I begin? Am I in this world, is it real, am I a miracle? Lies there within, the stone-cold mind, I made you mine, am I too critical…