Irresponsible Hate Anthem:

I am so all-american, I'll sell you suicide

I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes

I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper

I am not the animal who will not be himself

fuck it

Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?

Hey victim,

you were the one who put the stick in my hand

I am the ism, my hate's a prism

let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out

fuck it

Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/

I don't need to choose a side

I better, better, better, better not say this

better, better, better, better not tell

I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper

I am the idiot who will not be himself

fuck it

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The Beautiful People:  

I don't want you and I don't need you

don't bother to resist, I'll beat you

It's not your fault that you're always wrong

the weak ones are there to justify the strong

the beautiful people, the beautiful people

it's all relative to the size of your steeple

you can't see the forest for the trees

you can't smell

your own shit on your knees

Hey you, what do you see?

something beautiful, something free?

hey you, are you trying to be mean?

if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean

there's no time to discriminate,

hate every motherfucker

that's in your way

the worms will live in every host

it's hard to pick which one they eat most

the horrible people, the horrible people

it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple

capitalism has made it this way,

old-fashioned fascism

will take it away

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Dried Up, Tied and Dead to the World:  

you cut off all of your fingers

trade them in for dollar bills

cake on some more make-up to

cover up all those lines

wake up and stop shaking

don't you want some of this?

don't you need some of this?

you take but cannot be given

you ride but cannot be ridden

pinch this tiny heart of mine

wrap it up in soiled twine

you never read what you've written

I'll be your lover, i'll be forever

i'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high

don't you want some of this?

don't you need some of this?

you shove your hair down my throat

i feel your fingers in me

tear this bitter fruit to mess

and wrap it in your soiled dress

now you must spit out the seeds

(chorus)

all dried up and tied up forever

all fucked up and dead to the world...  

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Tourniquet:

she's made of hair and bone and little teeth

and things I cannot speak

she comes on like a crippled plaything

spine is just a string

I wrapped our love in all this foil

silver-tight like spider legs

I never wanted it to ever spoil

but flies will always lay their eggs

Take your hatred out on me

make your victim my head

you never ever believed in me

I am your tourniquet

prosthetic synthesis with butterfly

sealed up with virgin stitch

if it hurts, just tell me

preserve the innocence

I never wanted it to end this way

but flies will lay their eggs

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Little Horn:

there's an apple in the pussy mouth

now I am the dinner whore

there's a tumor in the t.v. mouth

burn it out before it grows

someone better get the dog to kick,

jaws wired shut to save the dick

out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn

"little horn is born"

the world spreads its legs for another star

world shows its face for another scar

dead will dance for what is left

the worms will wait with baited breath

"your blind have now become my deaf"

so says this little horn

"save yourself from this..."

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Cryptorchid:

Each time i make my mother cry an

angel dies and falls from heaven

when the boy is still a worm it's hard to

learn the number seven

but when they get to you

it's the first thing that they do

each time I look outside

my mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape

when the worm consumes the boy it's never

considered rape

when they get to you

prick your finger it is done...

the moon has now eclipsed the sun...

the angel has spread its wings...

the time has come for bitter things...

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Defamography:

when you wish upon a star

don't let yourself fall, fall in too hard

I fell into you and I'm on my back

an insect decaying in your little trap

I squirm into you, now I'm in your gut

I fell into you, now I'm in a rut

"i lift you up like the sweetest angel,

i'll tear you down like a whore.

i will bury your god in my warm spit,

you'll be deformed in your porn"

rock star, yeah (you're such a dirty, dirty)

rock star, yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty)

you eat up my heart and all the little parts

your star is so sharp

it leaves me jagged holes

I make myself sick just to poison you

if I can't have you then no one will

(chorus)

you are the one i want and what i want is so unreal

i'm such a dirty Rock star yeah...

(i am the one you want and the one you want is so unreal)

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Wormboy:

when will realize you're already there?

so watered down-your feelings have turned to mud.

"love everybody" is destroying the value of

all hate has got me nowhere

I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping away

oh no, it is everything they said it was

oh no, I am everything they said I was

when you you get to heaven you will wish you you're in hell

when will you realize, you're already here

you'll think us now that you have crossed over

don't pick the scabs or you will never heal

the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

(chorus)

then i got my wings and i never even knew it

when i was a worm, thought i wouldn't get through it...

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Mister Superstar:

Hey. Mr. Superstar:

"I'll do anyhting for you"

"I'm your number one fan"

hey mr. porno star, I, I, I, I want you

hey mr. sickly star,

I want to get sick from you

hey mr. fallen star,

don't you know I worship you?

hey mr. big rock star,

"I wanna grow up just like you"

I know that I can turn you on

I wish I could just turn you off

I never wanted this

hey mr. superhate,

I just want to love you

hey, hey, hey mr. superfuck,

I wanna go down on you

hey mr. supergod,

will you answer my prayers?

hey, hey, hey mr. superman,

I want to be your little girl

(chorus)

hey mr. superstar,

I'll kill myself for you

hey mr. superstar,

I'll kill you if I can't have you

superstar, superfuck baby...

Angel With the Scabbed Wings:

he is the angel with the scabbed wings

hard-drug face, want to powder his nose

he will deflower the freshest crop

dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores

dead

is what he is, he does what he please

the things that he has you'll never want to see

what you're never gonna be now

sketch a little keyholefor looking-glass people

you don't want to be him

you only want to see him

mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow

man can't always reap what he sow

"he is the maker"

(he is the taker)

"he is the saviour"

(he is the raper)

(verse 2)

(chorus)

get back you're never gonna leave him

get back you're always gonna please him  

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Kinderfeld:

he lives inside my mouth

and tells me what to say

when he turns the trains

on he makes it go away

the hands are cracked and dirty and

the nails are beetle wings

when he turns the trains on he

unties all of the strings

The worm: "tell me something beautiful,

tell me something free,

tell me something beautiful

and i wish that i could be."

(then i got my wings and i never even knew it,

when i was a worm, thought i couldn't get through it)

Jack: (not spoken) come, come

the toys all smell like children

and scab-knees will obey

i'll just have to kneel on broomsticks

just to make it go away

[the inauguration of the worm]

(then i got my wings and i never even knew it,

when i was a worm, thought i couldn't get through it)

a voice we have not yet heard: "because today

is black/because there is no turning back.

because your lies have watered me/

i have become the strongest weed" weed...

through jack's eyes:

the taste of metal

disintegrator

three holes upon the leather belt

it's cut and swollen

and the age is swollen

boy: " there's no one here to save ourself."

the disintegrator: (to himself)

this is what you should fear

you are what you should fear  

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ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR

you built me up with your wishing hell

I didn't have to sell you

you threw your money in the pissing well

you do just what they tell you

REPENT, that's what I'm talking about

i shed the skin to feed the fake

REPENT, that's what I'm talking about

whose mistake am i anyway?

Cut the head off

Grows back hard

I am the hydra

now you'll see your star

prick your finger it is done

the moon has now eclipsed the sun

the angel has spread its wings

the time has come for bitter things

(chorus)

the time has come it is quite clear

our antichrist

is almost here...

it is done

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1996:

anti choice

anti girl

I am the anti-flag unfurled

anti white and anti law

I got the anti-future plan

anti fascist

anti mod

I am the anti-music god

anti sober

anti whore

there will never be enough of anti more

I can't believe in the things