The Dethalbum lyrics

Many years ago today
Something grew inside of your mother
That thing was YOU!

You! You! You! You! You!
Did she scream? Did she cry?
Only those that are born are ones that get to die!

One more year closer to dying
Body organs ripping, frying
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self-abhorance
R S V P Please
For the death of me
You have little time
You're running out of life

You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants

Hate (16x)

You hunched and blinded mutants
living in chat rooms

You masturbate on the sheets
your mothers clean for you

You have lined my pockets
overflowed with gold

You're living with your parents
and you're 35 years old

Punch your clock 'cause your working day is sucking I know

Pushing hard for employee of the month
You've got your, tools of business
And a copy for your clients

And you come to work with your briefcase full of guts

Born of evil in a fiery volcano On a mutilating mission To inflict intense pain.

Sacrifice your soul To the deity of death She's concocted your murder And you've lost all your defense

Try!

But you cant, hide!

The hunt is, on!

Your life is, gone!

Castratikron!

Eyes!

They will go, blind!

It won't be, long!

Your soul is, gone!

Castratikron!

Go Into The Water

Strapping for the jury,
tell your friends of fury,
comedy is death, hatredy.
Step into this moonlight,
"doctor in this dead light"
Tragic running more, Hatredy.
Through the rape of night, blinded by your might,
Irony in spite, sometimes "in the light"
Think to die on stage, shredded by your rage
Hating your own face, comedy is disgrace
You I Hate, Await your fate,