Thrashed - Godslave\nIt's a deep-rooted urgent desire\nThat's crawling up in my mind\nTo trash, to destroy, set on fire\nEverything I can find\nPiece by piece with fatal energy\nA struggle within out of mental slavery\nYou won't find no reason to exist\nWhen sergeant d is coming and you're on his list\nWhen this drive takes over the action\nI can't guarantee anything\nWhat I'm doing is just a reaction\nLook ahead what I'm about to bring\nPiece by piece with fatal energy\nA struggle within out of mental slavery\nKill 'em all, like father like gun\n... and then there were none\nTrashed\nTrashed\nNo one understands, no one gets it\nWho never experienced the same\nThe smell of terror inside the pit\nThe drive to enlighten the flame\nPiece by piece with fatal energy\nA struggle within out of mental slavery\nThe final curtain falls on the brave\nAt the end of the day, I spit on your grave\nTrashed\nTrashed\nTrashed\nBurn the stage to the ground\nTime to kill\nTrashed unbound\nTrashed\nWreck your neck to the sound\nTime to shred\nPound for pound\nTrashed\nBurn the stage to the ground\nTime to kill\nTrashed unbound\nTrashed\nWreck your neck to the sound\nTime to shred\nPound for pound\nWhen the dust has settled upon the\nYou will know what it's like to trashed\nYou'll be beaten up but you'll feel free\nYour fears and sorrows are smashed\nPiece by piece with fatal energy\nA struggle within out of mental slavery\nI will kill again you people of the lie\nNo remorse, just survive to die\nTrashed\nTrashed\nTrashed\nBurn the stage to the ground\nTime to kill\nTrashed unbound\nTrashed\nWreck your neck to the sound\nTime to shred\nPound for pound\nKilling is my business and business is good