Loss of vitality, collapse of health Lack of food and fresh water Nobody feeds our poor Nobody treats our sick And the profit-making machines Do not
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Keijo] Sounds from outside Wandering from the concrete walls Roaming until they're all dead And I am still awake
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Jorma, Keijo] You bought a one way ticket to Brazil Oh, you wanna go in there and fuck! You tiny tool seeks for
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Jorma, Keijo] One big whiskey bottle in your hand Soon it will run into your head And what did you do, you fucking
Nothing against reformations Minding only my own business Please take a stand! Show us that you are a human! Armies kill with no remorse It's OK unless
An old man is mugged on a shiny day, people are passing by They all just watch away Most of them feel sick, perverts are getting some kicks Not a soul
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Jorma, Keijo] You put that shit into your veins To end up your private mortal pains It will leave in you some stains
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Jorma, Keijo] You use your traditional mind Which can not see another kind A selfish one-way road That's a serious
Your life's so neat, no fear of vile days Energy is spent completely to serve only basic needs Illusion of supremacy, ruptured by a trivial event Oter
as you irrigate flatus From the emaciated stiff... Volatile entrails fume and steam As they're meticulously hacked during discission Evaporating sludge and bubbling pus - A rotten
Setting an impossible goal, being unrealistic Too large effort, no talent to reach it Getting in there, into a perfect stage Just after the next improvement
An arrogant bastard you are, without value you lie your life Your spineless core is in a fragile crust Strongman - Moron The acts of violence you share
One individual lies on a floor of an empty room In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool A midget size fridge full of novelties
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Xena, Keijo] Uuuaah! Join the collective, the holy family Isolation from individuality Learn the book, obey the
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Jorma, Keijo] Without thoughts you rise your fist That gets me really pissed One black man, twenty white men Beat
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Keijo] Uh! Can I be the most beautyfull? Is there any room... For a perfect person? The loss of perfection! Can
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Keijo] Yaaaah! The bath we live in, It's fucking contamined... Call the cleaner, call the firemen! I want to get
The crust that holds your innards is what you lean on Intestines inside are as hollow as the crust is thin Enjoy the emptiness of fake happiness Become