100% - Angelspit, Combichrist

Dip my quill in blood ink, write it down in red

Scribe the words «Happy Meal» right across your head

Tired of getting walked on, treated like a sheep

Don’t blame me for all the years that you were asleep

Relax, God is in control

Watch the dot, take your meds

Obey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery

Relax, God is in control

Watch the dot, take your meds

Obey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes

You’re dead

Televised mass poison spitting at the screen

Keep the masses deluded with fabricated dreams

Powdered God in a bag from the Vatican

I want you to fuck off as hard as you can

Relax, God is in control

Watch the dot, take your meds

Obey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery

Relax, God is in control

Watch the dot, take your meds

Obey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes

You’re dead

Heaven has burst open, now it’s raining bones

The chaos will erode you, breeding little clones

Born of a fallen rib from the monkey’s womb

Overcooked by cathode rays, evolved to consume

100 percent

100 percent

100 percent

100 percent fucked

Relax, God is in control

Watch the dot, take your meds

Obey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery

Relax

Eating from the butcher’s slab, becoming what they meet

Restrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat

Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue

God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you

(Relax, God is in control

Watch the dot, take your meds

Obey my demands, trust my dog)

100 percent

(Relax, God is in control

Watch the dot, take your meds

Obey my demands, trust my dog)

100 percent

Last time was the last time

This time, you’re 100 percent

Last time was the last time

This time, you’re 100 percent

Last time was the last time

This time, you’re 100 percent

Last time was the last time

This time, you’re 100 percent fucked