They implanted bombs in their stomachs. And then they started to talk. Their tummies would feel funny. They knew the bombs were activated.
Black metal is gay as a Catholic priest. Slouching toward Gomorrah. Face painted like Gene Simmons at Halloween. With a tongue up some kids rump looking for candy.
went to a congress- about the problems of poverty. arranged by the state- to introduce their policy. millions been spent- on debates, paper and beaurocracy.
Black clouds, they paint my sky,. There's no reason to ask me why,. Let insanity reign supreme,. I hope my hatred will never be seen,. Do not tell me not to give up,.
People behave like sheep. conformists, but still they weep,. Weeping for their conditioned existance. determinded, but not by their own minds,. oh yes, people behave like sheep,.
Who the hell you think you are?. Considering yourself a star,. But you're nothing more than a pile of shit,. And between true friends you don't fit,. Sure you can play nice,.
Be your own god. Religions tell us what to do. dependency - be your own god. god or demon, all the same. insecurity - be your own god.. sacrifice for fairy tales.
They gnaw like little maggots. On our friendhip-bonds,. Demolishing everything we've built,. They smash it to the ground,. Remembering all the things,.
don't be a fool, don't be an army-tool. you'll be army-bait, a puppet of the state. without a purpose, without goals. you'll be used to slaughter innocent souls.
Once I sat down and pondered. About a sense I have wondered. I have searched my deep, inner core. And I said... to think I shall not anymore.... . The thought has aged me whole.
Immune to life... I'll always die. In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie. Life is Death - postponed. . Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin. Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed.
Towers.... Deity forged architecture. Swirling in and out of form. Enveloped in the arms of dark matter. Towers...mercurial and flowing.... . My work is done.
The birch tree in winter. Leaning over the secret pool. Is Narcissus in love. With the slight white branches,. The slim trunk,. In the dark glass;. But,.
Before I hit the party (baby). You know i need (what you need man, what you need man, what you need man). Some coke 45 (baby), and a bag of weed (a bag of weed man, a bag of weed man, a bag of weed man) chorusx2.
I was gonna clean my room until I got high. I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high. My room is still messed up and I know why. 'Cause I got high.
Man my daddy told me "Boy wen i waz your age i had to walk 13 miles to school". I said "Oh is that y u didnt graduate" (hahaha)(hell yea). . Chours. Talkin noise wit all my home boyz, Fiddin to go bak 2 school,.
Man, my daddy told me. Boy, when I was your age. I had to walk 13 miles to school. I said, "Oh, is that why you didn't graduate?". . Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys.
[Music: Z. Nilsson, J. Hjelm, D. Dlimi / Lyrics: T. Dahlstrm]. . I love you Satan, my father, my pride. You showed me the right things to do. Reject the poison of god.
Fare you well my honey. Fare you well my only true one. All the birds that were singing. Are flown, except you alone. . Going to leave this brokedown palace.
Blinded by Stars. . My blood does remember the rhythm of a drum. Beat by a boy soldier whose revolution won. Ive carried pretty flowers to fallen heroes graves.