"Headcleaner" as written by and Andrew Chudy Blixa Bargeld....
Silence!
General mobilization
All subjects to be deconditioned!
Headcleaner!
Fall into line!
Attention! unpredictable, forward march!
New wonders, new horrors
Tornado for the obligations to convention
For the convolutions
In the skull, cyclone
As headcleaner!
Wire brushes to the vermin trash!
Clotted thoughs, frozen now melt
With headcleaner!
Behind us the universe
With us inhumanity
Against universal humanity
Any means is right
And proper only the right to the mean average
On parade the psychiatric unit
Over-the-top ascetics up front
Pumped up
With headcleaner!
Next in line the wild rank and file
Just one thing in their heads:
Headcleaner!
One half of my dreams is shaved bald
Violence
Waiting
The first battering on the door
Or
The first one from official quarters
With questions
A matchstick caught in my throat
No phrase
Through my throat
Which would not
Start a blaze
Don't wait
Get a close shave escape
Those were the dreams.
A song, one, two, three:
'cos nothing has been done that can be done
And nothing has been sung that can be sung
And nothing has been said so go get out and play the game
It's easy
Nothing has been named that can't be named
And no one has been saved that should have been saved
And nothing you can do but forget(? ) yourself this time
It's easy
'cos nothing has been known that can't be known
And nothing has been seen that ain't been shown
Nowhere you can be and that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy
'all you need is headcleaner!'
The right to attacks of controlled frenzy -
A scout patrol with cosmic iniquity
Takes it into captivity.
Discipline is soaked
In headcleaner!
Last wind machine before the battle!
This is where the storm unit sweeps out
With hurricane
Deep pore cleansing - never seen again!
Between grey cells and in all the furrows
Where hidden fungus always burrows
They eliminate
It is too late
Bombarded with salutes and mowed down
Straight with headcleaner!
Tabula rasa!
Tabula rasa!
Tabula rasa!
Headcleaner!
This here is in flames, that there has
Completely collapsed.
Heavy and thick ash rain.
Dissolved in smoke and fog.
It's getting light, not a new day
But an approaching fire; stay at a distance:
Darkness will return.
The sun is rising, gloomy eclipse of the sun.
Everything is coated with ash
Like snow.
We, however, who now know the danger and
Who are aware of it, even we cannot yet make
Up our minds...
General mobilization
All subjects to be deconditioned!
Headcleaner!
Fall into line!
Attention! unpredictable, forward march!
New wonders, new horrors
Tornado for the obligations to convention
For the convolutions
In the skull, cyclone
As headcleaner!
Wire brushes to the vermin trash!
Clotted thoughs, frozen now melt
With headcleaner!
Behind us the universe
With us inhumanity
Against universal humanity
Any means is right
And proper only the right to the mean average
On parade the psychiatric unit
Over-the-top ascetics up front
Pumped up
With headcleaner!
Next in line the wild rank and file
Just one thing in their heads:
Headcleaner!
One half of my dreams is shaved bald
Violence
Waiting
The first battering on the door
Or
The first one from official quarters
With questions
A matchstick caught in my throat
No phrase
Through my throat
Which would not
Start a blaze
Don't wait
Get a close shave escape
Those were the dreams.
A song, one, two, three:
'cos nothing has been done that can be done
And nothing has been sung that can be sung
And nothing has been said so go get out and play the game
It's easy
Nothing has been named that can't be named
And no one has been saved that should have been saved
And nothing you can do but forget(? ) yourself this time
It's easy
'cos nothing has been known that can't be known
And nothing has been seen that ain't been shown
Nowhere you can be and that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy
'all you need is headcleaner!'
The right to attacks of controlled frenzy -
A scout patrol with cosmic iniquity
Takes it into captivity.
Discipline is soaked
In headcleaner!
Last wind machine before the battle!
This is where the storm unit sweeps out
With hurricane
Deep pore cleansing - never seen again!
Between grey cells and in all the furrows
Where hidden fungus always burrows
They eliminate
It is too late
Bombarded with salutes and mowed down
Straight with headcleaner!
Tabula rasa!
Tabula rasa!
Tabula rasa!
Headcleaner!
This here is in flames, that there has
Completely collapsed.
Heavy and thick ash rain.
Dissolved in smoke and fog.
It's getting light, not a new day
But an approaching fire; stay at a distance:
Darkness will return.
The sun is rising, gloomy eclipse of the sun.
Everything is coated with ash
Like snow.
We, however, who now know the danger and
Who are aware of it, even we cannot yet make
Up our minds...
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and no one has been saved, that should have been saved
and nothing you can do but forget yourself this time
it`s easy
I love when this part of the song rolls around. those lyrics can be seen as either super depressing or curiously relieving.
It's also the Beatles, "All You Need Is Love." But instead, all you need is HEEEEEAAAAAAD CLEEEEEAAAANNNNERRRRR