The Unabomber files EP

Adjust the timer
I despise all that makes me move on my knees
The tighten lashing cause my fist to bleed
I know you can hit where it hurts (voice inside my head)

If you gag me It’s because you known I bite 
You can not teach the hangman but you teach the others by him

Adjust the timer and burn

As long as I can stand up I will come for you
Look ! Im out of control
I’m free..
omnipresent..
I was the scum and now I’m a god

6 - Adjust the timer THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 2013

The Unabomber files EP

The clown

I clap to pacecount and listen
To the soft stomps of the dance of death
The sound and lights of those sirens,I know well
I'm sorry,it's getting late!
It's time to leave you all alone!
Run ! Run ! Run !
I see dead bodies dressed up in fancy body bags
My sarcastic scream disrespects your silence
My fake painted smile
It's time to count up all those opened graves.
No ! No! No!
I'm so sorry for your loss
Im so sorry…

I was that clown
 who stood on a corner
Smiling while the building
Smiling while the building burns down
I'm so sorry for your loss
Im so sorry…

5 - The clown - THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 2013

THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 



Buried in my bunker

The Knowledge of how to see
through the darkness
after the last candle has burnt away

Buried in my bunker
Buried in my bunker

Know how to speak loud words
that will echo on the wall

Buried in my bunker
Buried in my bunker

The skill of making a curve
or a perfect circle
with your brand new wheelchair.

Buried in my bunker
Buried in my bunker

The power of cleaning my gun
when I wake up in the middle of the night.

Buried in my bunker
Buried in my bunker


4 - Buried in my bunker - THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 2013

THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 2013

God is a bipolar motherfucker

When I turned my back Everyone around me dies
I was Just an instrument for his vengeance
I left some powder track behind me 
my feet that were supposed to go nowhere
If my eyes catch a glimpse
of the flowers that I have planted
I see they have collapsed like my faith


God is a bipolar motherfucker
And I’m just an instrument for his vengeance

And when you made me strong and lifted me up
And as you
torture me in the mirror
You can never have enough even knowing that
I`m just a blind man
when I fulfill
your will

God is a bipolar motherfucker 
And I’m just an instrument for his vengeance

3 - God is a bipolar motherfucker - THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 2013

2 - Dressed in black - THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 2013

1 - Borderline - THE UNABOMBER FILES - EP 2013

Simple and heavy raw music with sarcastic lyrics.


V. Korg   -Vocals
Allan W.  -Guitar
André M. -Drums
Paulo Jr.  -Bass Guitar

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