The lyrics to "Objectificating their own creation"

NO END FOR RAGE
Everything is slipping away. I can't find my way out of rage. My useful
brain and everything I believe in disappears. Everything is slipping away.
I can't find my way out of rage. Come on. I can't execrate the happy smile
of lunatic. They take my head and boil it in water. I cannot breath
something is strangling my throat. The rage is taking over, it almost
brings me down. Overworked they want it. The panic that will indicate to
the holocaust. Underneath the water, away from the strangling rope. I can't
fucking concentrate, I know. I can't fucking concentrate. The further I go,
the further I sink. They fake love my giving hand. Lies found as truth.
Suddenly there came splinter into my eyes. And my warm quality came to
freezing low-life. Guilty by all accusations. Love faints, people I love
burn in death. I am guilty. The cleavage between happiness and frustration.
Has come to its points. The edification of the happy mind is trying. My
survival is deficient. The unfocusness comes. Curse from the judgement. The
rage has controlled me for to long. The rage is taking over. The cleavage
between happiness and frustration. Has come to its points. The edification
of the happy mind is trying. My survival is deficient.

The global suicide
Those computerized auto-producing machines. Will take over our existence.
Automobiles drive us over. The modern guillotine cut my head my work for
capitalism is dead. The rich production forces global abortion, death
punishment on each "lower-valued" man. Producing machines which later on
produces themselves and "lower-valued" weak people will be terminated. By
the words of socialdarwinism you can see it right today polices (fascists)
forcing food not bombs away. Buy your food with your plastic card,
transferring to a new one. This is the deal. Capitalists won't stop this.
It's in each of our hands. But we have been learned to accept the fact that
we must develop so fast. But I tell you something to stop this you must
take your sledge and hit the machine. Take your burning sword and stick it
in production. Take a lighter and gas it, and light it. The acceptance will
become the global suicide. They know I know that gas from down under will
drown every living creature. Consuming and producing deserves to die.
What's appropriate is that after each new thing we created, we need (more'
of) all the violence to show. To show that we exist. The global suicide.
The global suicide. See the beauty in burning oppressive institutions.

Week forty-five.
Week 45 for the revolution, all revolutionary organizations; syndicalists,
anarchists, communists unite. We could have our week together, writing
poems and demonstrate. Doing art and making lyrics, this is our war. The
war is intoxicated by this fucked up society. The ones and them all, in the'
struggle against all authorities. The ones and them all, the ones and them
all, the ones them all. This is our war. A timeless infiltration from
people in all communities. Quitting the termination of the human nature.
Now we have those laws to cover up the oppression. A week would be striking
and in the stringency of our words should infiltrate the minds. Heavily
intoxicated, with the color and the wonderful words. It could be the
fulfilling liberation, of united left-winged front. The have laughed when
they never seen the equality between all beings. The week taking shape
through experiences from our lives. The dream of full-time inspiration
cannot be found in this community. The bomb fell down, drifting closer with
new art and philosophy. The bomb fell down, it fell down. The
conservatives, named obscurants must become a background. Week 45 for the
revolution. Everyday centralizes the needs from us no compromise. Coming
back each year on the barricades and in the philosophy. For the revolution,
seven days seven nights, work, work and work. Week 45. The liberation has
to come, our handcuffs off. Obscurants must disappear. Week 45 to freedoms
honor.

Adore the laughter
Bought up time, substances instead of real nature and life. Looking at this
entertainment instead of taking a part of it myself. I'm no leader of a
hierarchy. Nothing spontaneous, no one radical. No culture from this
people, everything commercialized. Everything standardized in the planning.
Time is up, don't miss the last show of your life. All those messages
terminating my own believes. The more I try, it punches my down. Trying to
get up, not knowing any longer. Addicted to the lies. Revolutionize your
desires. Revolutionize your yourself. Refuse the ruliance. Questioning my
own questionings. Owning and selling is indeed capitalism. My revolution is
to refuse the ideas created around greedy bloodthirsty fucks.

In the name of truth
Excited picture. In the name of porno. Obeying the rules of sexuality. The
ironic talks says it's the truth. Sexualized society. In the name of truth.
Animals fucking without conversation, just their lust. Bring me to life, kill my needs with your knife. Sexualized society. In the name of truth.
Never even forcing a thought upon another being. In the name of truth.
Controlled life, controlled ways. Second degree of rape. In the name of
truth. The needs never hesitate in its forcing. The structures of lust the
games of sexuality. In the name of truth.