1. KKK (Ku-Klux-Klan)
2. Injectable World
3. Eighteen Years Old
4. Hunger
5. Funny Face
6. Lies
7. Tribute to Cicciolina
8. Who Am I?
9. Sleep...Have a Dream?

Formação:
Anderson Roberto (Baixo/Vocal)
Rodrigo Magalhães (Bateria)
Renato da Costa (Guitarra)

Ficha Técnica:
Gravado em: Julho de 1988 no J.G. Studio em 16 canais.
Gravação e Mixagem: Gauguin.
Capa: Agentes da Imagem.
Foto Conta-Capa: Borges.
Participação Especial: Vladimir Korg (B. Vocal), Gentil (B. Vocal), Mark (Guitarra solo em "Hunger" e "Lies") e Rodrigo (Bateria e Vocal em "Eighteen Years Old").
Produção e Distribuição: Cogumelo Records.
 

KKK (KU-KLUX-KLAN)
Hidden society, radical nationalists
Foes of humanking, since children
They learn how to hate
Jews, blacks and catholics, jursued and tortured.

Radical Prejudice.

Rotten entity the american nazism
Founded to humiliate the world
Blood-bathed ideology
Theu hide their identities under the white hood.

Radical Prejudice.

Minds blocked by the rotten prejudice
Minds blocked by the hate and racism
Death, death and fear
They offend the black race with hate
Death, death and fear
Blood tears.

False theory, white supremacy
False entity, crazyness and cowardice.

They fight against degeneration
From their blood
Kill inocent people
To purify your-race
Torture our feelings
Doing it remorselessly.

Radical Prejudice.
 

INJECTABLE WORLD
During the darkness I see everything
I see vacant vision persons
As though there were holes in their eyes
Guided by unconscience
They have erosion in their brains
The world goes round me
I hear several languages, but I
Can't understand them
My world is different from yours
But all ends are equal
I see melted persons, lives fading
Like mine, like yours
Flames burn inside me
It may be the end of everything, but it
Is just the beggining of a injectable world
I come back to me, towards reality
But now it's too late, I belong to other world
That runs in my vein
Toward the endless.
 

EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
Young man, if you are 18 watch out
It doesn't matter if you are black, white, red or yellow
You're really a candida to have your head inserted into a toilet
Theey'll put a bucket of shit over your head
Right, left, all directions conduct to phobia
An executioneer with a starry chest
A vulture with a tattoed arm, it's badge
Impossing a patriotism of shit
They take off form you truthfulness in a probation to your fatherland
They train you to protect a band of cowards
Rats that are hidden behind the mutiny wall
If a soldier dies, on less life in the video-game
A game which end is the same, the masacre start's again
because while you are spearing at war
They are masturbating for the prime lady of the enemy country.
 

HUNGER
Human massacre
War without weapons
people suffer
Fight against hunger.

Inocent victims
Of a cruel world
They take they hurts
Through the death.

Hunger, despise, agony, pain.

Human beings die slowly
Fields of refuges full illness
They are there but nobody wishes to see them
Rotten society nobody to save them.

Famine, despise, agony, pain.

Rotten guerrilha soldiers
They hinder the salvation
While everybody for death
The only salvation for this shit.

Hunger devastates mozambique
The belly of africa askes for help
To the end to be delayed
For a moment more.
 

FUNNY FACE
There goes a round - headed boy to scholl
Very close are his mates jesting and laughing but
The scorn doesn't heed
The moron girls of his classroom keep on torturing him
Vanomous misses with their head full of shit
The kid feels an urge to kick them to outer space
All sort of nicknames are given to him
Until he feels degraded and starts to rum
All alone to the entrance of the prison
Where soldiers of teaching wait ofr bombarding him
With zero grades
His fellows in priso are elements of pain
The bell rings for the lunch time, the most anguish time
Alone on the bench he eats up his ration
For a moment he stares a little redhea ded girl
He makes all he can to ve noticeable, but for nothing
He makes the mistake of sharing his secret
Stupis, idiot
It's the price to pay for taking avice from vipers
Nobody cares for the feelings of a loser
He's not to be blamed for being true
But he's not the only one degraded, stupis and innocent
Everyone has a funny thing inside.
 

LIES
Since the creation of human being
That this evil followa him
And never more will have end
It'll increase more and more.

The wots is that it'll never last forever
The least slip and everything goes away
So long time one wastes to create it
And in seconds it goes away.

Why do we insist yet
Misleading people?
Sometimes people we like very much
Maybe it's a necessary evil
Because in some situations it can help.

Lies, neve lead to nothing
Lies, just increase the hate.

A little lie may finish
With great relation ship
Think well, before lying
Great men have already made a lot of mestakes
Following this way.

Lies, big human mistakes
Lies, why do me need them for?
 

TRIBUTE TO CICCIOLINA
Beautiful Hungarian blonde
Great porno star
Thanks for lefting medicine
Look at what the radical party has won?
Her with her little bear
Her tit's on view
her ideas about sexual freedon
And love for nature and the animals.

Will she be able to put an end to 528?
And the ideal of pedophily
Why not the arrested too?
Her great dream is still to bathe in sperm
The red phone keeps on answering two sides
beautiful hungarian butterfly
her ideals have spreaded like a butterfly
Spreads pollen from flower to flower
Maybe this way people become
Turned to sex and love rather than
Wars and violence
Great hungarian butterfly.
 

WHO AM I?
Who are you? can you answer me?
Who am I? do you know the answer?
I think I'm nothing, just a drop in an ocean
Just a little dust in the universe
Just a worm in the rotten flesh
I don't have any past or future
No identity, no perspective, in a blind alley.

No friends, my mind's confused
I live in the darkest hour
drugs alliviate my mind kill my pain
destroy my brain.

Who am I? a man, a shit
Nothing I do does matter
No changes, nothing changes.

Man always makes the same mistakes
Killing became a vice fucking predators!
He tasted the rotten meat
And wishes always more and more.

Who am I? just an animal, a man?
Persons kill persons, persons humiliate persons.

The cycle formed and there's no way to break it
The stablishment is this: Follow your
Instincts, Kill
You and I are just somebody in the crowd
Kill play their games
They constrain us to eat in their dishes,
But your greatest enemy is you
So, fight, reffuse, fight, against your instincts, destroy yourself.
 

SLEEP... HAVE A SWEET DREAM?
Wake up before it's too late
You know that it is just a dream
But it can become a cruel reality
You try to wake up, but it's like a hand
Made of a light breeze were holding you
You always feel ot when
You are on your trip
But maybe this one has no return
This is a big escape
And escape to the unreal world
But at the moment it doesn't blow your brains
Or your blow it
Only with your will power
You'll be able to get out of this dream
Go bak to the real world before
The breeze turns into a big hurricane
And takes other persons with you.

Sleep... Have a good dream
But wake up in time to save yourself
Sleep... Have a good dream
But wake up in time to reality.