Original Version LP Version Promo Tape Version 1. Unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of infidelity 12:40 1. Unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of infidelity 12:40 1. Unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of infidelity 12:40 2. Der untermensch 8:55 2. Der untermensch 8:55 2. Der untermensch 8:55 3. Xero tolerance 7:46 3. Xero tolerance 7:46 3. Xero tolerance 7:46 4. Prelude to agony 12:15 4. Prelude to agony 12:15 4. Prelude to agony 12:15 5. Glass walls of limbo (dance mix) 6:44 5. Glass walls of limbo (dance mix) 6:44 5. Glass walls of limbo (dance mix) 6:44 6. The misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences 1:04 6. The misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences 1:04 6. The misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences 1:04 7. Gravitational constant: G = 6.67 × 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³gm⁻¹sec⁻² 9:15 7. Gravitational constant: G = 6.67 × 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³gm⁻¹sec⁻² 9:15 7. Gravitational constant: G = 6.67 × 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³gm⁻¹sec⁻² 9:15 total time 58:39 total time 58:39 total time 58:39 Longbox Version Rerelease Version 1. Unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of infidelity 12:40 1. Unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of infidelity 12:40 2. Der untermensch 8:55 2. Der untermensch 8:55 3. Xero tolerance 7:46 3. Xero tolerance 7:46 4. Prelude to agony 12:15 4. Prelude to agony 12:15 5. Glass walls of limbo (dance mix) 6:44 5. Glass walls of limbo (dance mix) 6:44 6. The misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences 1:04 6. The misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences 1:04 7. Gravitational constant: G = 6.67 × 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³gm⁻¹sec⁻² 9:15 7. Gravitational constant: G = 6.67 × 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³gm⁻¹sec⁻² 9:15 8. Hey Pete (Pete's Ego Trip Version) 5:19 total time 58:39 total time 63:58
Unsuccessfully Coping With The Natural Beauty Of Infidelity a. Anorganic Transmutogenesis (synthetic division) Trust and you'll be trusted Says the liar to the fool Lust and so what if you're busted? In love and war there ain't no rules Do you believe in forever? I don't even believe in tomorrow The only things that last forever Are memories and sorrow Out of sight out of mind The motto of betrayal The prophets preach to forgive and forget I'm sorry, but I am unable b. coitus interruptus c. I Know You're Fucking Someone Else You went to L'amour Saturday night Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight His tongue down your throat His hand up your skirt Yeah I'm a man But it still hurts Slut Whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) You had cock on your mind And cum on your breath Inserted that diaphragm before you left Practicing freelance gynecology Where there's a womb there's a way With you it's for free Slut Whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) Done it before Time after time Refused to learn your lesson Gave 'til it hurt Thought it was right Only fools make mistakes twice So you sit home Drinking alone Empty bottle in your hand Don't even try To sort out the lies It's worse to try to understand You You make me hate myself I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know (He knows) I said I know (He said he knows) I know (He knows) Der Untermensch a. Socioparasite Hey you on public assistance Why don't you get a job? Sell some dope and buy some pride It's the only thing you couldn't rob Socioparasite Socioparasite How does it feel to live for free? Get off society's back Skells like you allowed to live You wonder why we're taxed Socioparasite Socioparasite b. Waste of Life Waste of life You're a waste of life Getting fucked up on Classon Avenue Smoking crack and drinking booze Spike in your arm No money for food But there's plenty of gas in your BMW There's a dopewhore waiting at home Dealing your shit on the chemophone Poor Tawana gets born with a birth defect But it only increases your welfare check Been doing some thinking and I have an answer To arrest the spreading cancer Send you back to where you came from Get the fuck rid of you (sub)human scum If you don't pay taxes you shouldn't vote So get in line and get back on the boat I'd love to tear down all those projects Kiss my ass home relief reject Waste of life You're a waste of life Waste of life You're a waste of life Xero Tolerance a. Type "A" Personality Disorder Hatred Obsessing me Hatred Possessing me Anger Burning me Anger Turning me Into someone I don't Into someone I don't know Into someone I don't know Rage That's shaking me Rage That's making me Into someone I don't Into someone I don't know Into someone I don't know I don't know b. Kill You Tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll fuckin' kill you And now you die! Oh you're dead now! Yeeeaaah-Hoooooo! I got a pickax in the trunk of my car I'll put it on the grinder to get it real sharp There's an ugly green monster in my head Won't leave me alone Until you're dead I called your house but you couldn't be reached So I took the D train to Brighton Beach You're doing the thing with a brand new man Checking out the stars Screwing on the sand Kill you Kill you Punishment Kill you Took some steriods and adrenaline Finlandia vodka and hallucinagens Mixed it with blood and orange juice Liquid protein and ice cubes Staring down at your sweaty embraces Put my tool right through your faces Well buddyboy I hope you enjoyed her 'Cause I'm an equal opportunity destroyer Kill you Kill you Punishment Kill you I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll fuckin' kill you c. Love You to Death chop chop chop ... Prelude to agony a. The Truth b. God Love Fire Woman Death There is no pain like that of desire Is there no difference between women and fire? One burns the spirit The other the flesh Is sex worth the price of certain death? Absolution I am whole Absolution I am Open her loins and into the hearth Don't let her flames consume your heart For the quest of holy copulation The end result? Self immoliation Absolution I am whole Absolution I am Love is life Life is love Love is pain Pain is death c. Jackhammerape Agony and ecstacy Your cries of pain my pleasure To know my machine internally Your torment I treasure Lifeblood combines with semen Your screaming my laughter The compressor is running smoothly 'Tis vengeance I am after Begging becomes your lovesong You're dying I masturbate For the crime of burning me I give to thee Jackhammerape d. Pain (is irrelevant) Pain Pain Pain Pain I hope you enjoy this (Pain) Gravitational Constant: G = 6.67 x 10^-8 cm^3 gm^-1 sec^-2 a. Unjustifiable Existence One two three four I don't wanna live no more Well I've got no more reason to live And I've got no more love to give Tonight's the night I'll paint the town red I'll put another whole through my head Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Now I feel the weight of a world on my back I've seen the future The future looks black It's what I must do I have no reservations Ain't talk 'bout self preservation Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Gravity Crushing me Gravity Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me b. Acceleration (due to gravity) - 980cm^-2 sec Yeah I feel something pulling me down Forcing me between myself and the ground Of all the nightmares that ever came true I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Gravity Crushing me Gravity Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me c. Antimatter: Electromechanical Psychedelicosis d. Requiem for a Souless Man I've got a problem A problem with hate I can't go on dragging this weight A cold steel hand that won't let go Acid-filled thoughts out of control I built myself a nice little cage With bars of anger and a lock of rage I can't help asking Who's got the key? When I know damned well it's me No I ain't hinting for sympathy I'm used to dealing with apathy The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime Just wish me better luck next time So what if I died a thousand deaths You think I'm insane but I have no regrets One more time won't matter no question Suicide is self expression. Lyrics in plain text format	Line up P: Vox, bass, hammers and axes, bulldozer, frontend loader and steamroller, all fire and wolves, autumn, green, dusk, lunar phase (|), iron, 8, anger, emerald, north, druid. K: Guitar, vox, drills and screwdrivers, steam, diesel and electrical locomotives, all water and foxes, spring, grey, dawn, lunar phase (|), copper, 13, torment, ivory, south, barbarian. J: Keys, vox, saws and shears, diesel crane and steam derek, all air and lions, winter, black, midnight, lunar phase (-), silver, 69, despair, onyx, east, vampire. S: Drums, vox, wrenches and pliers, piledriver and blast furnace, all earth and bears, summer, white, noon, lunar phase (-), bronze, 3:14, hatred, diamon, west, pirate. Artwork Info Produced by Type O Negative Engineered by (we like) Mike Marciano Recorded and mixed at Systems Two, Brooklyn, NY Mastered by Michael Sarsfield at Frankford/Wayne, New York, NY Art concept and design: Peter Steele Art executor: Patricia Mooney Additional musicians: The Bensonhoist Lesbian Choir (BLC) To obtain merchandise, write: The Negative Reaction c/o Blue Grape merchandising 225 Lafayette St., Suite 407 New York, NY 10012 Stay negative! Review Hehe... Kind of a vague cd. Type O Negative have some morbid sense of humour seems from the artwork and lyrics. They play some kind of punk/metal with strange interludes. Songs that go on forever, but they're good enough not to get boring. At least, the fifth 'song' is so slow you'd have to be pretty weird to dance to it, the sixth is just silence, and then the last song is suddenly the highlight of the entire album. I'd like to hear more of them, only next time a more serious attempt maybe? Rating: 7 out of 10