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[Nyan Cat]

 

[Nyan Cat]

We nailed you to a cross, but you're still a fucking pain
Dead 2000 years, still can't get it through your brain
You're just a worthless corpse, you're just a pile of shit
Give me a couple of nails, and I'll ventilate your pit

Jesus entering from the rear
fucking you in the ass
Just another fagot
In just another mass

We won't take it any more, we just won't take that trash
You're another stupid martyr with another rectal rash
We won't take you in the butt, we're just waiting for the when
We've got a lot of nails to do it to you again

Jesus entering from the rear
fucking you in the ass
Just another fagot
In just another mass

You thought it would be cute, you thought it would be fun
But wait 'til I split your shitter with a soldering gun
Jesus on a plate, Jesus a la carte
Jesus under glass, just another fucking tart​

 

[PlacidHysteria]

Märchenanalyse.

 

[Nyan Cat]

 

[Archangelo]

DAS KOLLEKTIV

 

[Nyan Cat]

I put on my clothes​

They make me look dull
I dont think about it
I dont think at all
I dress high class
It makes me look high paid
You know I'll do it baby cause I wanna get laid

Im just a slave, to my dick
It really makes me, sick

I lied to myself and to my friends too
And if I want your girl, I'll lie to you too
I'll play stupid games do whatever it takes
Cause Ive gotta have a bomb and the times gettin late

Im just a slave, to my dick
It really makes me, sick

Well I live in the bars
I live in the pubs
My mind is, a blank from drinkin in the clubs
I do a lot of talkin but I dont say much
I can't be real cause im such

You know im such a slave to my dick
It really makes me, sick...​

 

[Nyan Cat]

I'm tired of self respect
I can't afford a car
I wanna be a prefab superstar

I wanna be a tool
Don't need no soul
Wanna make big money
Playing rock and roll

I'll make my music boring
I'll play my music slow
I ain't no artist, I'm a business man
No ideas of my own

I won't offend
Or rock the boat
Just sex and drugs
And rock and roll

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!

You'll pay ten bucks to see me
On a fifteen foot high stage
Fatass bouncers kick the shit
Out of kids who try to dance

If my friends say
I've lost my guts
I'll laugh and say
That's rock and roll

But there's just one problem

[Chorus]
Is my cock big enough
Is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star
Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far

And when I'm rich
And meet Bob Hope
We'll shoot some golf
And shoot some dope

Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
[Repeat chorus, etc. etc.]​

 

[Nyan Cat]

 

[PlacidHysteria]

With flames I cure this curse.
Like a Moth to the Flame

In the beginning,
The Watcher came from light.
My vulnerable young mind
descending into pitch black night.
It came with darkness,
Horror to be seen.
Birthed from the wretched black,
and cracking reality's seam.
The Watcher whispered laughter,
and promised hope.
I try to gather courage,
but contemplate hanging from a rope.
Left alone to rot.
Just me and mother.
The Watcher taunting endlessly,
To murder one or the other.

I lost the last of myself that day.
With no one to save me!
With flames I cure this curse.
Like a Moth to the Flame
“Mother!? What have you become?!
Your face empty, your voice betrays me!?”
The Watcher taking form of my mother.
Her face is now nothing. Her breath cold and empty.
“Imposter! Your face?! With my bare hands I will carve a smile on that face!”

My world falling before my eyes.
Tearing through soft flesh with my fingertips.
I lost the last of myself that day.
Like a Moth to the Flame.

Moments before I succumb to the devouring glow,
The Watcher returns, leaving mother’s remains in smoke.
Motionless as the embers consume us both.
Its face stares without eyes and watches me choke.

 

[Nyan Cat]