The Son of a bitch

He wears elegant suits,
And he goes down the streets
Riding his big white limousine,
With any slut gold digger at his side.

You think this guy is wonderful,
And I’m gonna try to open your eyes wide.

His morality limps by the way
That it goes right to the hole of his thoughts,
Where his crystal eye is watching
All the people that kneel to him.
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!

You feel like a star
When he picks you up,
But God thinks you are
One more in his own universe.

You think this guy is wonderful,
And I’m gonna try to open your eyes wide.

His morality limps by the way
That it goes right to the hole of his thoughts,
Where his crystal eye is watching
All the people that kneel to him.
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!

He wants you to believe
That his steps point to the mainstream,
But this way is going to the ruin
He wants you to believe
That his steps point to the mainstream,
But this way is going to the ruin
He wants you to believe
That his steps point to the mainstream,
But this way is going to the ruin
He wants you to believe
That his steps point to the mainstream,
But this way is going to the ruin

You think this guy is wonderful,
And I’m gonna try to open your eyes wide.

His morality limps by the way
That it goes right to the hole of his thoughts,
Where his crystal eye is watching
All the people that kneel to him.
He is The Son of a Bitch!

His morality limps by the way
That it goes right to the hole of his thoughts,
Where his crystal eye is watching
All the people that kneel to him.
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!
He is The Son of a Bitch!

You think this guy is wonderful,
And I tried to open your eyes wide.

By KJ

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Waleran Thorner

He is Mephisto,
The Duke Du Blangis too,
Caligula and Gilles De Rais,
All together with the black blood
Running through the dark.

The stage make his feel at home,
Performing twisted faery tales,
where the wings of demons
are the curtains for the theatrical death,
Blood, love and the nymphets.

Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (Der nach kome)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (The skull of Maquiavelo in his left hand)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (To be or not to be?)
Whoa!
Waleran, Waleran (The Romeo who rapes Juliet)

Midnight o’clock,
The bats are dragging inside,
And a figure in black cloak,
Walking slowly by the stage,
A chord bursting the scene...

The terror moves like a hound
Amongst the audience,
A little girl lies at his feet's,
Too real to be a fantasy.
Ladys and Gentlemen He is:

Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (Der nach kome)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (The skull of Maquiavelo in his left hand)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (To be or not to be?)
Whoa!
Waleran, Waleran (The Romeo who rapes Juliet)

London fog,
the hidding place
to Waleran “The Bloodthirsty”,
Sadistic lust,
The kiss of death,
Waleran “The Bloody Star”
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (Der nach kome)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (The skull of Maquiavelo in his left hand)
Whoa!
Waleran Thorner (To be or not to be?)
Whoa!
Waleran, Waleran (The Romeo who rapes Juliet)

By Kürten Jameson


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They Teach Us To Be Slaves

You are born now,

Inside a World full of solitude,

They give you a number…

And then a name.

We are Slaves,

Our brain Keeping asleeps,

But I scream:

I’m not the stupid that you are,

I stand up, I rise my fist,

I take the control of my thoughts,

They hit me but I resist.

The school is a prison

Where we begun the falling,

Can you feel the sulfur (society) in your brain?

It’s called society (sulphur)

We are Slaves,

Our brain Keeling asleeps,

But I scream:

I’m not the stupid that you are,

I stand up, I rise my fist,

I take the control of my thoughts,

They hit me but I resist.

You don’t work

Like a perfect machine

For your comfort,

You’re giving your life

To a people that treat you like a trash.

We are Slaves,

Our brain Keeling asleeps,

But I scream:

I’m not the stupid that you are,

I stand up, I rise my fist,

I take the control of my thoughts,

They hit me but I resist.

Bastards (bastards)

Fuckers (bastards)

Bastards (bastards)

Fuckers (bastards)

We are Slaves,

Our brain Keeling asleeps,

But I scream:

I’m not the stupid that you are,

I stand up, I rise my fist,

I take the control of my thoughts,

They hit me but I resist.

By Kürten Jameson


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Something Dirt

Narcotic sexual deviation
Tonight in your room,
Me, your super Jesuchrist,
I can’t stop inhale.
The passion of lovers
Can’t get enought,
We need some more,
You’re in search of a deep trip.

Where is my dose?
Where is my dose of you?
Where is my dose?
My dose of Chemical Heaven.

A pleasure under slavery,
When some spicy angel
Run through your nose
Bursting your brain.
We’re in dirty place lost
In a dirty floor,
Lost in a dirty bed,
Making something dirt!

Where is my dose?
Where is my dose of you?
Where is my dose?
My dose of Chemical Heaven.

When we finish the act one,
You smoke a cigarette,
And I destroy myself.
We were making something dirt.
And now you cut yourself,
We were making something dirt…

By Kürten Jameson


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Nothing

So you drew a smile on my face,
the same way you showed me
there is some happyness in that painful life,
This way made me forget all my lamentations.

I know we are nothing,
I know, I really know we are nothing more
than a speck in the air.

But when I saw your eyes,
I didn't see a normal way to feel,
I was feeling what you were feeling too:
An empty place full of us like a cosmic galaxy... (in the midle of space).

I know we are nothing,
I know, I really know we are nothing more
than a speck in the air.

Now that you've gone,
I'm alone again,
one more time I wanna get high
and forget all,
return to my ordinary world.
Tired and bored seeing
the same faces all the time,
I wanna get high
and forget.
And fall in solitude...

I know we were nothing,
I know, I really know we were nothing more
than a speck in the air.

By Kürten Jameson


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My GF is a Diclonius

She’s so lovely

And really sweet,

My baby has a big heart,

But I really love her when she begins the hunt.

Then we walk hand in hand

By a bloody road,

Stepping on some

Human guts.

My gf has little horns,

And long, pink and sexy hair,

Some people say she ain’t human,

But I scream at them:

My gf is a diclonius.



She’s a killing machine

And never has remorse.

Why should be anyone alive?

If we’re the great mistake.

Hooray for the homicide,

Black, yellow, mixed or white,

She doesn’t matter,

Doesn´t discriminate, every one dies!

My gf has little horns,

And long, pink and sexy hair,

Some people say she ain’t human,

But I scream at them:

My gf is a diclonius.

Blood on her face,

Guts on her hands,

Brains splashed all over her,

Many dead

Around my girl:

Sexy gore view!



My gf has little horns,

And long pink, and sexy hair,

Some people say she ain’t human,

But I scream at them:

My gf is a diclonius.

I hope you destroy all the human beings,

To have a world for you and me.

By Kürten Jameson

Based on the Anime serie Elfen Lied.


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Evil Boy (The figure behind the window)

Every night i can see it,
A smiling figure behind my window,
His teeth are sharp and grey,
and the Eyes: one red and the other black.

He is a child,
A little Evil Boy,
Who laughs at me,
you must believe me!

The purple hair is really tangled,
but his tongue is pure fire.
He has a knife, and he wants to use it,
the evil boy is moving on a eerie dance.

He is a child,
A little Evil Boy,
Who laughs at me,
you must believe me!

I'm afraid.
Man, don't break the glass.
He's crossing the window.
I try to hide (x4)

He is a child,
A little Evil Boy,
Who laughs at me,
you must believe me!

The Evil Boy killed me.

By Kürten Jameson


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