Fukk Your Life - Siberian Meat Grinder

Back on track, raising the flag

Meat Grinder storm troopers are out to wreck

Get smacked, you’re whack, spit in your face

Trendy-ass loser, you’re a total disgrace

Wrong place, wrong time, hippie-ass freaks

Hipster holocaust, you’ll get a fix

Bearded chicks, Lookbooks, trendy tattoos

I’m calling the circus: freaks on the loose

Fuck what you’ve heard, fuck what you know

Can’t hear you choke on my hate, set it straight, fuck your life

Don’t say a word, Answer is «No!»

Can’t hear you, already late, face your fate.

Fuck your life

No enemy of metal will escape the forest court

We are the solution, The Last Resort

We met a stupid scenester he tried to run away

I burned him at a stake, just to pass the time of day

We are never backing down and we are never looking back

Fuck you, pay me, pass me the check

I’m the all-city Tsar, while you’re nothing but a toy

Bomb the steel, thrash hard, tour and skate & destroy

Flawless, gruesome, chainsaw — automatic

Lonesome, want some?

Dark priests — enigmatic

Animated corpses, starting metamorphosis

Scalps of Satan’s bastards, lost prophecies

Listen to the words of your pastor

Master of flesh, ritualistic dances

Impossible to grasp it.

«There they are — Blast’em!»

Blasphemy!

Clash of the fiends, crucify, blood-let, rinse, repeat

Army that knows no defeat

Spit the hate in your face, exacerbate

«Illbleed», bait the untainted breed

Creed of the greedy, trace of the unspeakable

I put a human brain in a bag of Trick or Treats

Lift the rack, shatter bones, crucify my enemies

Crimson dominion, child of the Reptilian race

Reveals its true face