FistF*ckparty / Suicide

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FistF*ckparty at 701

Eleven, I guess she was eleven
This pretty girl next door, always smiling at me
She had this kind of sunlight in her eyes
Always laughing and playing with the kids in the street
And then at one moment she just disappeared
A few days later she was found, dead in a ditch

There is a fistfuckparty at 701
molesting little children, oh what fun
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
ruin a life that just begun

Tied up, raped, killed and thrown away!

Extra, Extra, read all about it!
Something strange is going on today
Little kids disappear and no one seems to care
Weird games being played and no one seems to care
Don't trust the one you thought you could trust,
just be aware!

There is a fistfuckparty at 701
molesting little children, oh what a fun
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
ruin a life that just begun

Tied up, raped, killed and thrown away!

Let's just close our eyes and pretend that nothing is wrong
Let's just close our eyes and sing another stupid happy hardcore song
nana nana nana nana nana

But there are kids tied up just next to your door
Penetrated little girls on your neighbor's floor
There is a fistfuckparty and your daughter is in
It's not the end, It's just a beginning

Tied up, raped, killed and thrown away!


Suicide
From a Bridge, from a roof, for a train
From a boat, for a truck, out a plane
In your bed, in your room, under a tree
In a lake, in a bath, into sea
By a sword, by a rope or gasoline
By a knife, by a raiser or machine

(CHORUS)
Suicide is in the air I can commit it everywhere
Leave this world that is totally rotten
Make sure I've nothing forgotten
I will leave a note behind
Maybe someone will remind

I'm down, depressed and I'm feeling alone
This pain inside hurts me till the bone
I'm scared to die, I wanna life forever
Asking questions but find the answer never
Behind the doors of death is no return
My soul is gone, my body will burn

I just like to sit and cry all day long
But I have work to do because now I'm young
Suicide, I think it's no alternative
Because I've a dream, a dream for which I live
But dreams can be broken or may not come true
That's the end of my story, nothing more to do