Siberian Meat Grinder- Fukk Your Life

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Back on track, raising the flag
Meat Grinder storm troopers are out to wreck
Get smacked, you’re whack, spit in your face
Trendy-ass loser, you’re a total disgrace
Wrong place, wrong time, hippie-ass freaks
Hipster holocaust, you’ll get a fix

Bearded chicks, Lookbooks, trendy tattoos
I’m calling the circus: freaks on the loose
Fuck what you’ve heard, fuck what you know
Can’t hear you choke on my hate, set it straight, fuck your life
Don’t say a word, Answer is «No!»

Can’t hear you, already late, face your fate. Fuck your life
No enemy of metal will escape the forest court
We are the solution, The Last Resort
We met a stupid scenester he tried to run away
I burned him at a stake, just to pass the time of day
We are never backing down and we are never looking back
Fuck you, pay me, pass me the check

I’m the all-city Tsar, while you’re nothing but a toy
Bomb the steel, thrash hard, tour and skate & destroy
Flawless, gruesome, chainsaw — automatic
Lonesome, want some? Dark priests — enigmatic
Animated corpses, starting metamorphosis
Scalps of Satan’s bastards, lost prophecies
Listen to the words of your pastor
Master of flesh, ritualistic dances

Impossible to grasp it. «There they are — Blast’em!»
Blasphemy! Clash of the fiends, crucify, blood-let, rinse, repeat
Army that knows no defeat
Spit the hate in your face, exacerbate
«Illbleed», bait the untainted breed
Creed of the greedy, trace of the unspeakable
I put a human brain in a bag of Trick or Treats
Lift the rack, shatter bones, crucify my enemies
Crimson dominion, child of the Reptilian race
Reveals its true face