Isn't this what you want To be a slave of a dull routine Isn't this what you want To be a rat in a big wheel Isn't this what you want To be a cog In a big machine Isn't this what you want To be a rat in a big wheel Feed me with your lies Feed me Feed me with your lies Feed me Feed me with your lies Feed me Feed me Till my skin cracks Feed me Till my skin cracks Feed me Till my skin cracks Bend down And kiss the mistress shoes Bend down And lick their fascist boots Isn't this what you want To be a slave of a dull routine Isn't this what you want To be a wheel in a big machine Isn't this what you want Isn't this what you want Isn't this what you want Isn't this what you want © 2025 happy in decay. All rights reserved.

“Künstler in Deutschland...“ “...Bin ich verloren!“ They try to divide We are many they are few Fascism is on the rise And the rich eat the poor Kill your God Kill your Master Kill your Gods Kill your Masters We are way beyond the truth Isolated in enlightenment Fascism is in fashion Black leather passion And violence is vital Hate is instrumental Kill your God Kill your Master Kill your Gods Kill your Masters A dead man can't take your money A dead man can't take your money “Verzweifelt“ Kill your God Kill your Master Kill your Gods Kill your Masters Kill your God Kill your Master Kill your Gods Kill your Masters © 2025 happy in decay. All rights reserved.

A mask so tight He can not smile The sad boy has grown as cold As the hammer in my hand While you scream inside Your shell suits you well While you die inside Day by day While this world eats your soul You will never be A part of it You will never be A part of it You will never be A part of it Culture Of Coldness While you scream inside Your shell suits you well While you die inside Day by day While this world eats your soul You will never be A part of it You will never be A part of it You will never be A part of it Culture Of Coldness © 2025 happy in decay. All rights reserved.

The masses As powerful as a leaf In the wind The ashes Of bright minds In the rain So many shadows to fight Monsters hide in plain sight Ratcatchers love the bigots fear Ones slaugther is the others feast The richest feed on your greed The richest feed on your greed Welcome to the old World Where the pale masters life Welcome to the old World Where slavery is bliss Cry for a world that never was Decadence and vanity Cry for a world that never was Ignorance and irony You want something back you never had Fear grows inside What a nasty parasite So many shadows to fight Monsters hide in plain sight Ratcatchers love the bigots fear Ones slaughter is the others feast The richest feed on your greed The richest feed on your greed Welcome to the old World Where the pale masters life Welcome to the old World Where slavery is bliss Cry for a world that never was Decadence and vanity Cry for a world that never was Ignorance and irony You want something back you never had You want something back you never had Hope grows inside What a nasty parasite Welcome to your new world Where your fascist masters reign Welcome to your new world Where ignorance is bliss © 2025 happy in decay. All rights reserved.

The pigs have been happy The monkeys cheer for god and king So ugly and pretty In state of anxiety In shattered society In greatness united to hate the unpale Oh father of a new nation Teach me tradition Teach me how to kill with a kiss Teach me how to hate with bliss Close my eyes So I learn to see Forgive my sins for i am blind “Oh it isn't truth Truth isn't truth Truth isn't truth Bloodbath“ Kill, kill Kill, kill Kill, kill, kill the lovers Kill, kill, kill the strangers Kill, kill, kill the unpale Kill, kill Kill, kill Kill, kill, kill the lovers Kill, kill, kill the strangers Kill, kill, kill the ones unpale The ones unpale Oh father Oh glorious father Oh father of a new nation Teach me imagination Teach me how to kill with a kiss And teach me how to hate with bliss Close my lips so I learn to speak Let me sing a song of peace Cut of my tongues So I sing songs of peace Kill, kill Kill, kill Kill, kill, kill the lovers Kill, kill, kill the strangers Kill, kill, kill the unpale Kill, kill Kill, kill Kill, kill, kill the lovers Kill, kill, kill the strangers Kill, kill, kill the ones unpale The ones unpale I wish the world could end I'm a wolf in the shape of a donky I wish the world could end The truth is an instrument In righteous hands A scourge in broken chains I wish the world could end The spineless ascend On our broken backs I wish the world could end I wish the world could end I will cheer for the fire I wish the world could end I wish the world could end I wish the world could end © 2025 happy in decay. All rights reserved.