on dragging this weight A cold steel hand that won't let go Acid filled thoughts out of control I built myself a nice little cage With bars of anger and a lock of rage
And death will have a face Ravage passion, a theme for the 90's Tormented deviants, when fucking becomes psychotic Domesticated rage, actions of desperation
splinters of dead men Pieces of dead souls which are heading towards dead-end [chorus] If you stare to its eyes they look back And reflecting all its rage
on a mission, tryin' to do me in Fuck 'em, I'm out to get out, they all thought I blow up like a gauge an' in a rage blow they balls off Why are you
friends my foes be on a mission tryin' to do me in Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
for you is like a father to a son And now the maniac and you are one He's back, we're one The suicidal maniac He's back The suicidal maniac He's back
you spin(round), fall(down) now you see no more raging,raging raging,raging raging mad like that thing but that's the only life for me I'm raging
[Music & Lyrics: P. Wagner] No way out - Suicide No way out - Suicide Help me, I must reach the border I run from the keepers of order They have locked
torment is getting stronger, suicide is my solution Nobody will cry for me, they will treat me like a felon Everybody has forsaken me, delivery is my knife Will suicide
Since 1989 it seems that everyone's forgotten the time when intercontinental ballistics ruled the world and the cold war raged [Chorus:] Nuclear
We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending. Twisting
Pain, I gave Deranged by my deviance Savage goal to maim and kill Obsessed with my cruelty Vicious ways for me to die Sado-masochistic rage Horrific
suicide is for me ! Hell's undercrofts call for me... I'll be reborn from hell !!! Cracking my mind and piercing my body with Nasty pleasures and rage
fall accelerates with the weight Soon I'll be underworld Surving radiations, not for long, and I'm burning Raging storm deep inside, Unsuspected misery Someone has betrayed my trust Attempted suicide
you're all locked inside. As you act dead in silence, I rage with violence. Shells ejecting - thoughts reflecting. Contemplating - suicide. Put the gun
's Administration study Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what Psychiatrists call Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt Some succumb to suicidal
winter time My idols and stage fright In another night Where the lights are loud and bright One dream from waking up saved Too shy to hold in the rage