"Frustrated by the limitations of metal, and disillusioned by insular politics of the “alternative” scene, Broadrick set out to stake his own unique territory. Combining nasty guitar riffing and grotesquely strained vocals with the inhuman beat-box rhythms and sampling of the best Wax Trax acts, Godflesh possesses a sound that defies explanation, a sound truly exemplary of the grindcore aesthetic."

"I'm going down, as you see, I can feel your hand reaching out for me"

"Du bist das Blut, das meinen Hunger stillt, Du bist die Glut, die meine Venen füllt, Du bist die Flucht vor dieser kalten Welt, Du bist die Sucht, die mich am Leben hält."

"If there's a chance to heal these wounds in my hands, to fill this hole in my heart, to kill this hate in my soul; if there's a way you know I'd beg you to stay, you know I'm trying so hard, but now I'm down in this hole."

"Doch nur zum Schein, denn die Massen wollen betrogen sein."

"So swallow your frown, my love; and follow me down, my love"

"Nagelt die Vernunft in das Volk"

"Wir sind so allein, so unendlich klein, im endlosen All"

"Das hungrige meer hat mich fast umgebracht Ich - kämpfe mich durch die Flut, Ich - schmecke mein eignes Blut Land in Sicht, Du bist mein Land in Sicht, Ich kann dich sehn, Du bist mein Leuchtturmlicht"

"Think for yourself and don't believe the bullshit."

"KMFDM sucks."

"Rip the system."

"Entferne es mit Messers Kuss"

"I fucked the keyboardist, the keyboard was too cold and lifeless."

"Seitdem ich Guitar Rig 3 benutze, fühlt sich mein Haar viel voller an!"

"Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen?"

"Du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab' nichts gesagt."

"Die Tränen greiser Kinderschar"

"Ich zieh sie auf ein weises Haar"

"Werf in die Luft die nasse Kette"

"Und wünsch mir, dass ich eine Mutter hätte"

"In meiner Kehle steckt ein Schlauch"

"Hab keinen Nabel auf dem Bauch"

"Niemand gab mir einen Namen"

"Gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen"

"In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal"

"Auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal"

"Auch wenn ich daran sterben muss"

"Sie stehen eng umschlungen"

"Ein Fleischgemisch so reich an Tagen"

"Sie tragt dem Abend in der Brust"

"Und weiss dass sie verleben muss"

"Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen"

"Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen"

"Musik kommt aus dem Weissen Haus"

"Und vor Paris steht Micky Maus"

"Und wer nicht tanzen will am Schluss"

"Weiß noch nicht dass er tanzen muss"

"We are all living in America, Amerika ist wunderbar"

"We're all living in America / Coca-Cola, Wonderbra"

"In both form and imagery, Rammstein's lyrics have a distinct history in German poetry. The source is the neue sachlickeit—new concreteness—of the 1920s, of which Georg Trakl is the best-known exponent. These poets aimed to represent reality in concrete images, and their reality, as it happened, revolved around a preoccupation with blood and smashed faces. The influence of poets like Trakl is particularly obvious in the band’s fascination with gore and despair. Rammstein's lyrics also have something in common with the notorious Morgue cycle of Gottfried Benn, the Berlin venereal disease specialist who pledged his allegiance to the Nazi Party until it ex-pelled him for perversion. Their imagery is suggestive as well of postwar German expressionist paintings, in particular those of Otto Dix, who having spent four years in the trenches had a fine pictorial feel for what things looked like after an exchange of artillery. Songs by Rammstein with sado-masochistic sexual themes, such as Mein Teil ("My Part")—a homage to the German cannibal Armin Miewes, who in 2002 shared a final meal with his willing victim of the man’s severed, flambéed organ—would not have been out of place in Julius Streicher's Der Stürmer, a newspaper even many Nazis found excessive in its pornographic obsessions and sensationalism."

"If someone listens to our music, and it makes them creative, that makes me happier than anything. But with our music, we try to teach the masses of fans that not everything is as it seems."

"… if I hadn't gone to a private Christian school, I'd never have built up enough animosity to want to have started a band. And now that I have one, the fact that they are giving me such resistance and publicity, they have made me far bigger than they'd ever have wanted me to have become. So I guess in a strange way the Christians have influenced me the most."

"I think onstage it was more me trying to show people my pain, and offstage it was just feeling it, period."

"Understand this, tell others: in my dream vultures chase me into my burning house. There, they pick out the brains of my family, dismember them, devour. I emerge from my home and I am burning, skin falling away like a snake as the structure crumbles into a black skeleton. I cannot fight off the vultures. A young man or woman emerges from the ashes. He/she doesn't save me, because he/she is holding my cracked and swollen heart in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. I can read it. It discusses and compares in great detail the differences between me and the vultures. He wraps my heart in the paper and tosses it to the ground. Can you see?"

"If you act like a rock star, you will be treated like one."

"I wanted to address the hypocrisy of talk show America. How morals are worn as a badge, to make you look good and how it is easier to talk about your beliefs than to live up to them."

"The only way that you achieve what you want and to fulfill your dreams and become great is by demanding that sort of attention. You have to make it happen."

"[...] art and commerce are in essence incompatible."

"Is adult entertainment killing our children? Or is killing our children entertaining adults?"