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Built on desire
Fuelled by the thrill
Of an unbridled fire
Thrusting in for the kill
Led by faceless pariahs
Who've tasted the blood
Pushing faces in places
And fucking in mudd
This is it
This is the time
This is the power!
Pornocracy in action!
So come on, this is it!
Yes, this is the time!
We have the power!
Pornocracy in action!
Running like wolves
Hunting on instuition
The red ridden hoods
Have all bloomed to fruition
The scent of it runs
Down my chin like orgasm
I'm fencing with morals
And riding the spasm
This is it
This is the time
This is the power!
Pornocracy in action!
So come on, this is it!
Yes, this is the time!
We have the power!
Pornocracy in action!
[Spoken in German:
And so this great time of debauchery has come!
One nation built on the pretense of sin!
One nation built on the hunger for skin!
A nation devoid of hatred,
A nation devoid of war,
A nation devoid of crime!
And who can argue that the disease
Is not entirely without its rewards!
Who has not fucked more now
Than ever?
Who has not tasted the sweet fruits of the other?
The sweetest pussy
Meets the meatiest of cock
In this sinful paradigm
This grand ball of the fuck!]
Seig heil!
Seig heil!
Seig heil!
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