THE WORSTWORKS’ LYRICS
THE LAST DAY
Awaiting trial.
Weeping-time.
At last he knows the true sense
of life.
A weird old man
thinking back
to the time when he had felt free
and alive.
The coloured twilights,
a heart in pain,
the smells, a loss, the first kiss,
the rain…
My only life.
AT ANY GIVEN TIME
Here how they laugh,
they fuck her to make you cry.
Laughing at you
they bang against the walls.
Laughing at you
they fuck her inches away.
You scratch at the door
like a dog the won’t let in.
They mount her like dogs
and like dogs they pant.
No! She’s not yours…
she’s not your anymore… No!
Wipe their sperm off your face,
swallow your fucking tears.
Set yourself on fire
in the room next door,
howl so they can hear you…
warn them that you’re near.
ROADS END UNKIND
… but this bleak night overwhelms
with all shelters bared;
ain´t we searching for
that pleasant wonderland?
That pleasant wonderland…
Searching for that wonderland…
One word in our mouth,
one million roads in our mind.
We lose sight of that kind of sympathy
that exists in things mundane.
We do regret what´s left behind
and couldn´t be…
Our security staggers
cause love is something hybrid too.
Shifted illusions astray in nowhere
now drift with our eager wishing.
For a while we touch the infinite
and then downfall ruins everything.
For a while we touch glory
and then a bitter tear
despoils us of our innocence.
We ever walk one step ahead
of what we can really absorb
so these roads don´t exist to be kind,
for they shall be impassable…
… they shall be impassable
for the memories to come.
BODY COUNT
Tube stab murder.
Liquid steel and sweat.
Now it’s time to thrill.
Future is a newborn
with scalded skin.
Cut your wings off.
Bite the curb.
… and tonight
fail again.
The paroxism
on a budget bed.
… and your smile
tangled in wires.
The paroxism.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life.
Cyber warware and sex crimes.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life
as te therror rises.
Body count.
Breath control play
staring at the flesh.
Raw footage shot.
Future is a corpse
obscured by weeds.
I’ll ignore the machine.
… and tonight
dead-end streets.
Children looking
through the holey briks.
… and their smile
Crushed by the gears.
The paroxism.
The heart’s treason.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life.
Cyber warware and sex crimes.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life
as te therror rises.
RED-SHADED LANDSCAPES
A precious link, too hard… but broken.
Revolving words within, distracted.
The reason to begin the trek.
Stop looking back. They´ll scorn you.
A precious link, too hard… but broken.
A flaming sword that turns and keeps watch.
And glad they drove me out I left.
Stop looking back. Now I´m stateless.
A distant place to hide and hold out.
Red mountains, sunscorched fields, some dry trees…
I´m driving off and won´t go back.
There´s no turning back.
Just change gear…
JAILBAIT (THE HUT)
Hideout in isolation.
You can come at your leisure.
This is the hut…
Child bride you are a pricktease,
you know I’m very easy…
This is the hut…
How can you be so pretty?
You know I’m lustful-natured…
She declared herself to be
very inexperienced at relationships.
I could see it in her body,
stripped to the waist
and covered by her arms.
Fishnet stockings on her legs.
Purity lurking on a tartan skirt.
Clasping me shyly to her chest
I could smell her sweating neck.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs.
You were fifteen and I was twenty,
the first one who got your mind dirty.
A little girl of great worth,
nobody had touched you before,
the law has put a high price on you
and they would do the same with my head too.
Jailbait is so cute
but it leads to lawsuits.
Promise you won’t tell your daddy
I made you cry cause I rejected your body?
And don’t tell your friends either,
just invite them to come to the hut…
Come and… have some tea.
HEAVEN’S GATES*
Pleading at heaven’s gates
they crawl with dragging chains
and say their anguished prayer:
“We are not guilty.”
These fools have gone off course
and have been doomed to fail.
They cry with sad smiles
and beg for mercy:
“We are a bunch of shit:
murderers, rapists, thieves…
We are the failed ones.
We are the failures.”
*The language heard in this track is… well… invented. In fact, there’s only a verse formed by four sentences and repeated three times. These were the original lyrics.
THE WORSTWORKS’ LYRICS
THE LAST DAY
Awaiting trial.
Weeping-time.
At last he knows the true sense
of life.
A weird old man
thinking back
to the time when he had felt free
and alive.
The coloured twilights,
a heart in pain,
the smells, a loss, the first kiss,
the rain…
My only life.
AT ANY GIVEN TIME
Here how they laugh,
they fuck her to make you cry.
Laughing at you
they bang against the walls.
Laughing at you
they fuck her inches away.
You scratch at the door
like a dog the won’t let in.
They mount her like dogs
and like dogs they pant.
No! She’s not yours…
she’s not your anymore… No!
Wipe their sperm off your face,
swallow your fucking tears.
Set yourself on fire
in the room next door,
howl so they can hear you…
warn them that you’re near.
ROADS END UNKIND
… but this bleak night overwhelms
with all shelters bared;
ain´t we searching for
that pleasant wonderland?
That pleasant wonderland…
Searching for that wonderland…
One word in our mouth,
one million roads in our mind.
We lose sight of that kind of sympathy
that exists in things mundane.
We do regret what´s left behind
and couldn´t be…
Our security staggers
cause love is something hybrid too.
Shifted illusions astray in nowhere
now drift with our eager wishing.
For a while we touch the infinite
and then downfall ruins everything.
For a while we touch glory
and then a bitter tear
despoils us of our innocence.
We ever walk one step ahead
of what we can really absorb
so these roads don´t exist to be kind,
for they shall be impassable…
… they shall be impassable
for the memories to come.
BODY COUNT
Tube stab murder.
Liquid steel and sweat.
Now it’s time to thrill.
Future is a newborn
with scalded skin.
Cut your wings off.
Bite the curb.
… and tonight
fail again.
The paroxism
on a budget bed.
… and your smile
tangled in wires.
The paroxism.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life.
Cyber warware and sex crimes.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life
as te therror rises.
Body count.
Breath control play
staring at the flesh.
Raw footage shot.
Future is a corpse
obscured by weeds.
I’ll ignore the machine.
… and tonight
dead-end streets.
Children looking
through the holey briks.
… and their smile
Crushed by the gears.
The paroxism.
The heart’s treason.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life.
Cyber warware and sex crimes.
Rain of needles when I cum
thinking of your broken life
as te therror rises.
RED-SHADED LANDSCAPES
A precious link, too hard… but broken.
Revolving words within, distracted.
The reason to begin the trek.
Stop looking back. They´ll scorn you.
A precious link, too hard… but broken.
A flaming sword that turns and keeps watch.
And glad they drove me out I left.
Stop looking back. Now I´m stateless.
A distant place to hide and hold out.
Red mountains, sunscorched fields, some dry trees…
I´m driving off and won´t go back.
There´s no turning back.
Just change gear…
JAILBAIT (THE HUT)
Hideout in isolation.
You can come at your leisure.
This is the hut…
Child bride you are a pricktease,
you know I’m very easy…
This is the hut…
How can you be so pretty?
You know I’m lustful-natured…
She declared herself to be
very inexperienced at relationships.
I could see it in her body,
stripped to the waist
and covered by her arms.
Fishnet stockings on her legs.
Purity lurking on a tartan skirt.
Clasping me shyly to her chest
I could smell her sweating neck.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs.
You were fifteen and I was twenty,
the first one who got your mind dirty.
A little girl of great worth,
nobody had touched you before,
the law has put a high price on you
and they would do the same with my head too.
Jailbait is so cute
but it leads to lawsuits.
Promise you won’t tell your daddy
I made you cry cause I rejected your body?
And don’t tell your friends either,
just invite them to come to the hut…
Come and… have some tea.
HEAVEN’S GATES*
Pleading at heaven’s gates
they crawl with dragging chains
and say their anguished prayer:
“We are not guilty.”
These fools have gone off course
and have been doomed to fail.
They cry with sad smiles
and beg for mercy:
“We are a bunch of shit:
murderers, rapists, thieves…
We are the failed ones.
We are the failures.”
*The language heard in this track is… well… invented. In fact, there’s only a verse formed by four sentences and repeated three times. These were the original lyrics.