Funsies

Make Them Beg For Death

Hero's Grave

This album digs deep — straight into the dark, ugly corners of what it means to be human. It’s not just music. It’s an autopsy of the mind — tearing open the layers of sanity, fear, obsession, and decay to see what’s really festering underneath.

It’s about the sick joke of progress — how we build faster, think smarter, and still destroy everything we touch. We’ve learned to control machines but not ourselves. It’s a mirror held up to everything we’ve become: fractured, addicted, lost inside the noise we created.

Underneath all the polish and the fake perfection, we’re still animals — scared, violent, hungry for meaning. This record is about that collision: the primal instincts fighting against the world we built to hide them.

It’s also about how connection has died. We scroll, we consume, we perform — but we don’t feel. We’re desperate to be seen in a world that’s gone completely blind.

Psychologically, it’s a dive into madness — into obsession, trauma, addiction, and self-destruction. The mind as both the cage and the battlefield. Salvation and ruin bleeding into each other until you can’t tell them apart.

Like Chaplin said: “We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.”
This album is that paradox — a soundtrack to the chaos of evolution without direction.

It’s not a sermon or a cry for help. It’s a confrontation.
A reminder that the rot isn’t out there — it’s inside.

Vocals: Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex, Raphaela Hartmann, Andy Green
Guitars: Andy Green, Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex
Synths, Programming & Drums: Raphaela Hartmann
Bass: Thomas Kaiser
Flamenco Guitar: Raffaela Espinosa
Koto, Taishōgoto & Shamisen: Noriko Mori

Concept & Lyrics: Sascha Häusler

INSIDE THE ROT

Lyrics:
Present from the beyond the grave
She really think’s her god can save her
Dirt nails heart full of rage
She doesn’t know her god fucking hates her

Risen from the earth 
Burned from the sun flesh ashes to urn
Pity to me your life has no worth
Beg to keep breathing your life you will earn
Resurrect jesus i’ll kill him again
My knife didn’t break so i’ll stab you again
Rip your heart out and i’ll eat it again
Pull out my dick fuck your feelings again, again


Slither no leg lizard Im born in the other 
Resurrect me i’ll rise out the water 
You’re no virgin mary
A whore just like your mother
A whore just like your mother
A whore just like your mother



Present from the beyond the grave
She really think’s her god can save her
Dirt nails heart full of rage
She doesn’t know her god fucking hates her

Risen from the earth 
Burned from the sun flesh ashes to urn
Pity to me your life has no worth
Beg to keep breathing your life you will earn
Resurrect jesus i’ll kill him again
My knife didn’t break so i’ll stab you again
Rip your heart out and i’ll eat it again
Pull out my dick fuck your feelings again, again


Slither no leg lizard Im born in the other 
Resurrect me i’ll rise out the water 
You’re no virgin mary
A whore just like your mother
A whore just like your mother
A whore just like your mother

At What Expense?

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