I love the smell of jet fuel in the morning, can’t resist
I love the smell of jet fuel in the morning, can’t resist
I love the smell of jet fuel in the morning, can’t resist

Can’t See my life without digging bugs and serve my greed
Can’t see my life
I feel I die to every beat I dance I won’t give up until
I get your everything

I kill I fight for every bite of power I can get
A snake in a suit a golden fruit a golden fruit

We need more freedom for excess!
We need more freedom for excess!
We need more freedom for excess!
We need more freedom for excess!

My dream of power makes me bend but I’m not blind
I play with you, you can’t resist, one day I take you from behind
You surely love to give some kiss-ass, my bollocks in your throat
The smell of jet fuel in the morning is power turned to gold

We need more freedom for excess!
We need more freedom for excess!
We need more freedom for excess!
We need more freedom for excess!

you came out of the mud
you came out of the mud
you came out of the mud
you came out of the mud

you came out of the mud, everywhere was blood
you came out of the mud

you came out of the mud
no reason to fear
naked body exposed
senses totally seared
you came out of the mud, everywhere was blood
you came out of the mud
you came out of the mud, everywhere was blood
you came out of the mud

I’m coming down you better leave my stomping grounds
Leave what you’ve found cause these are my own stomping grounds

If you have something to declare
Then it’s the time for it now
In these circles in this sphere
You better do what you’re told
It’s so easy to pretend
You might be happy as hell
Don’t you wish for something else
You will entangle yourself

Chasing money, running in circles, yet waiting in queues
Buying useless, wasting more & more, crying for new
Perfect haircut, decent behavior, 'cause, chances are few

In the name of made up gods we kill, to keep faith alive
Sweet delusions make you close your eyes, ignore the far cries
Living our lives in fear and hope, just waiting to die

Easy judgement by the clean faзade, you get what you see
Another casting, another glam parade, just for a second feel free
Breaking gravity in high productivity drilled to consume

It is a world of crime
Put locks, get guns
It's christmas time
Let's buy some fun
They want you jump
You ask how high
They own your live
You don't deny

It is a world of light
a world of darkness
outside madness is filling the streets
the air - tense
a spark will explode it
cities are drown in hatred and rage