You can love it or hate it, but it's a fact
You reap what you sow, what you give you get back 
Who put you in that spot to always criticize, analyze everyone, victimize
Reality check for Mr. Bigshot, face it, have you ever put your heart into something honest? 
I think not.
You know nothing about struggle in life
You know nothing about loss and strife
Don't have the time to deal with you scum 
I got 99 problems but you rat ain't one

GHOST TOWN

Reality Check

Routines were tearing down my mind until I lost it. I’m exhausted and you’re next, so count your blessings, count your losses. All this time, all this energy for nothing. There is no trap door that will bring you back to where you once began, no. You were told there’s so much money to earn and chase, but it’s safe to say the cold hard cash will turn to ash and all your best years have gone to waste. Another wild animal in a cubicle cage unaware of the bars, unaware of your rage. They pull your teeth or just knock them in, call it fair, but you can’t kiss another man, cause that’s a fucking sin? The snares are all set, the trap is ready to snap. Snake eyes, thin ice. We’ve sacrificed our freedom for a false peace and we pay the price. Snake eyes, thin ice. We’ve sacrificed our dreams for a dead paradise.

RUTHLESS

Paradise

Lately I need regular proof that I’m still alive. In my chest, I lack a beating heart. The more I try to keep myself together, the more I seem to fall apart. I doubt you‘d survive one night in my mind. It is dark outside but no sleep in sight. I’m in need of a soothing touch, but I’m alone, think and drink too much. All the problems with myself, all the problems with this world scream so loud, I can’t find a way out. Out of my head, off my bed, off my fucking knees. Out of this disease. But you know me, I won’t admit defeat.

Admit Defeat

Once again I can feel this breathing down my neck. Got this pressure on my chest, got to put this to rest. Get off my back, by now I know your wisdoms by heart. If this has ever been a friendship, it has fallen apart. You’re a product of this world. Two faced motherfucker, I don’t need you by my side. I won’t lie, never thought you’d be betraying me. Ghost town, hell city, no one here knows any pity for you. You’re just a backseat driver, a fucking backbiter. Always running your mouth and now the noose grows tighter. Always talking shit and now the chips are down. Every lie and scheme will come back to hunt you down.

Backbiter

Fight the pressure. My demons keep on growing stronger in my darkest of days. Become my ball and chain but still have to find my own way. Headfirst through every wall, sever the ties. Whatever it takes, fighting with mind, words or knife. I can’t change who I am and can’t change how I feel. That’s why I’m clutching my throat I am my own worst enemy. Pull myself together, when I’m around you, for what it’s worth, try not to pull you down, too. In a state of hesitation and doubt. Perpetual purgatory, anxious to find a way out. Try to fight the pressure, come on. It’s always darkest before the dawn. All our heroes have fallen or gone, we need to make it on our own. We all carry our shit, trudging on and on, wasting our time, until we wake up and see it’s gone. My life is such a mess, doubt I can turn it around, but there’s no real choice, it’s just swim or sink and drown. So turn it around.

Hell or High Water

You may believe in heaven, well I hope there’s a hell
For you to burn in for the lives that you destroyed
Now that I know the ugly truth
How I’d love to be the hammer of justice
You call yourself a shepherd
Who leads and cares for his sheep but
The reflection in the holy water
Shows a Judas whose deceit goes deep
No compassion, the urge is stronger
Soul destroyer, misery monger
A sick desire hiding under your tainted cloak
Your religion is a fucking joke 
You cross the line, your leaders got your backs 
You’re raping innocents and they cover your tracks
They cover your tracks
Innocence destroyed. This is it
Time to pay up, you piece of shit
You don’t deserve a cell, I will drag you to hell
Break every bone in your body, I can’t control myself
the pain your victims felt - now you will feel it, too
Your suffering will never end, now that I’m in control

Shepherd (feat. Troy, Easy Money)

Back against the wall again
Searing winds blow - my eyes burn
Falling out and apart
Voices and skin break under their arms
This is the world we live in now 
I see no conscience, I gaze down an abyss
You show your true colors now, on your power trip
A decent man once, maybe
But not even asking questions lately
When did we lose our fucking way again? 
Racist bigots in power of armies and media
history is fucking repeating
This is a ticking time bomb
we will all go down – go down
Back against the wall again, bricks and bottles covered face
No hope, but persistence
Ich schau mich um, bin angewidert von dem was ich seh‘
Demokratie schafft sich ab, denn man wählt AFD
Soldaten, Bullen mit Hakenkreuz-Tattoo
Wasserwerfer auf die Zecken
Deutschland, Deutschland, das bist du

DC II (feat. Nico, Ghetto Justice)

I spent half my live out in the cold
Not good enough – At least that’s what I’ve been told
But never to my face
Trapped between a rock and a hard place 
Every progress, every step I take
A constant fight, not to get pushed back
Distrust spreading like a disease
Leave - You were never fucking with me so you must be against 
Me - How should I’ve built up trust, been eating shit for 
Years - Distrust spreading like a disease
But there’s no need to pray for me now
I’ll be fucking fine 
It’s all just another trial by fire
In the end it all made me stronger 
Never bark too loud at underdogs!
No no no no! I’m not one of you, Motherfucker.
I’ve always found my own way
learned to cope with the cold
So I’ll be just fine
No need to pray for me now
My way

My Way

Interlude

Once again frail hopes have failed
Hollow eyes have closed and darkness prevailed
What has been taken away, can never be replaced
No
Never be replaced
So
I will throw myself into this losing game – mortality
Kick it
And I can feel my soul slipping away
Slipping away, slipping away
The reaper, well disguised, real lord of kings and throne
Follows my every step, I feel his eyes on my back
It’s certain now, I’m never coming home
His scythe will cut me down
Cut me down
I can feel my soul slipping away

Paranoia (Slipping Away)

Life is hard enough as it is
No need to fucking slander my name
Or drag me down with your shit
back off and stop
Putting me in categories
So ignorant
Don’t project your insecurity on me
You don’t know me but I’m evil – It’s as easy as that
In spite of people like you I will always bounce back
Real Talk!
Life is hard enough as it is, so clean up your own mess
And get off my back
You better back off
Shut up and stop running your mouth
You do not have what it takes to judge me
Get the fuck out of my face

TORCH IT

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