The world in fusion It fits in our hands Let there be war in occupied lands No tyrant safe Heads on sticks Hammer, sickle, and crucifix
Israeli nazi hangs from a tree Tear gas, decay, and poverty Sterile needles struck with a hammer Eyes are bleeding Stigmata jammer
Sever the spine of a maginot line The guns are back along the Rhine Young blondes mend their Slavic coats As pigeons soil the coded notes Warrior species penetrates Mental sphincter concentrates Guns with minds Chocolate kisses So many bullets rarely misses
Supermarket bakery blast John and Mary Embellished with glass Shrapnel from Allah Plastique from our Lord The fat one sleeps In the trunk of a Ford It's a holiday from domestic habits Methane clouds shaped like rabbits It's a holiday to scenic diversions The hopeless are humbled by happy perversions
Can't love a flower Without licking the petals Our bodies are alloyed With shiny green metals Exoskeleton's modern design You've run out of witches You've run out of time
Senile rest home casanova Son of cowboys and Jehovah To live so long is impolite Out of mind/Out of sight Can't face the world Can't face the future Can't find a function in life Thoughts from the TV Words from the past A machine like a soldier's wife
Wide awake on Easter day Sacred zombies search for prey The undead lives Crown of thorns Vampire god Father mourns Gestapo priest S.S. communion Cannibal baptist revolution Working masses Workers mass Spread the word Repeat the past No message here Just abstract nonsense Shit so deep Words so dense Death from boredom and toxin leaks By altruistic homo geeks
Across the nuclear desert The vampire rodents roam Waiting for that special day To repossess your home
Song Description:
"Holiday" by Vampire Rodents is a dark and intense song that delves into themes of war, violence, and societal decay. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a dystopian world where tyrants rule and violence is rampant. The imagery is disturbing and provocative, with references to hanging, tear gas, poverty, and sterile needles.
The song also explores themes of religion and power, with mentions of crucifixes, Nazis, and mental manipulation. The lyrics touch on the idea of a holiday from domestic habits, where chaos and destruction reign supreme. The atmosphere is bleak and unsettling, with mentions of methan clouds, exoskeletons, and undead creatures.
Overall, "Holiday" is a complex and thought-provoking song that challenges the listener to confront the darker aspects of humanity. The haunting music and intense vocals create a sense of unease and discomfort, making it a powerful and impactful piece of music.
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