Megathrash In the outskirts of a big city Their way of life is to thrash Rotteness and violence It’s inside their mind For them, life’s dream Doesn’t exist anymore There is just The nightmare of death Benumbed by polution In metal Find their way out On the street In the suburb Living wild To kill all posers Megathrash Into gangs they assemble And celebrate their rituals They appear in shows And bestiality takes it all Blood is their food Black is their colour Night is their day Debris their houses And mosh their dance There is just The nightmare of death Benumbed by polution In metal Find their way out On the street In the suburb Living wild To kill all posers Megathrash