Тексты песен FEAR OF GOD

A life in rigorism A life conducted by ideals That had become dusty ages ago Hypocritical propriety and false morals Self-obligated pain Automasochism as an anchor

Light gives birth to cold shadows All our imaginations gone forever Uninterrupted, the voice is in your head The eyes are blind, you're controlled by fear You are...controlled...by fear A pupp

good-bye revlon I'm not a covergirl I don't need you if I'm not of this world super model made out of plastacine why don't you tell me what you really mean you're losing points in a game that I wont p

hen I walk the streets People point at me Their kids, they don't play with mine 'Cause I'm positive, positive, AIDS-positive Help me, I'm positive, please help Got the virus in

itting here staring at my blood-covered hands Thinking of nothing but what I've seen So I went out again, tried to forget for an instant Grabbed my victim, my work was about to begin Why me? W

Did things he shouldn't have done But now he really regrets Walls around him, he knows he's never gonna leave this room 'til he's fucking dead So he's the fool he's got

It was so easy to do And now

Heut hab ich wieder einmal eine gesehen Oh wie vornehm Sie doch gehn Nerze, Biber und sogar Tiger Mьssen dran Glauben, ist mir's zuwider! Reiche Weiber die kaum mehr atmen Nachher noch in Fette

Stereotype killing Screaming animals Terrified looking eyes Uncontrolled movements Now he's pushing the button

You're a prisoner of your ideals Just a prisoner of your materialistic ideals

Please raise the siege You're not gonna win My mind's mine so raise your mental siege

"Gimme more toxics" screams the river

The gun in his hands he starts to run His head is empty, survival of the fittest But then the pictures reach his brain He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself

The coin has got two different sides One with our laughing Western society On the other one, death and starvation is grinning at you! It's so difficult to do things right, so you say Fatten the

Causing trouble's all you do We don't fucking need you You are raping our scene

On our knees we're living our lives Compressed in social forces It's like living under a chainsaw