Siberian Meat Grinder - Fukk Your Life

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