the moonlit sorrows
of undefined horrors
the smell of rotting meat
only a cry of pain to repeat
wooden planks in front of a door
there sure isn't a quest for
what to keep outside
in a world where all reason died
we long for a life without panic
where dreams are still organic
no more sister smartass
jews travelling in lowest class
in your eyes forsaken
their lives have to be taken
get into the smerky shower
or use them to raise your productionpower
you just don't care
as long as they die in guilt and dispair
your game is over mean man
it's all ending like it began
no matter what... you lose
admit it! you did abuse
this nation to get your power
you gave the yanks a happy hour
all you have now is guys who died for their country
and a pitchblack page in human history
take them all on your ego trip
enough factories to equip
Germany Italy Japan
insanity is their biggest fan
this makes you an asshole
I wish for you there were birth control
cause looking into the barrel of a gun
is fleeing from all what you have done