Dreams kill the image of the innocent that dies. That a heart beats pure is blackened within her eyes. A heart that was once pure but now is blackened.
separated, compartmentalized. these are the dreary days. of our lives. screened out, and filed away. locked into drawers. of human decay. forced to live.
I was filling an empty life with empty lies. Closed inside my fortified self. I searched on the floor a reason for my own fall. And getting up was just beyond my strength.
Sometimes I lie awake and see,. My imperfections, they run so deep,. I'll close my eyes and start a prayer to You,. No matter how ashamed, You meet me there,.
Murder, my only crime was being born. Murder, the only thing I really enjoy. Tie her down to the bed, pillow on her face. Pick up the knife and start to carve.
Murder, my only crime was being born. Murder, the only thing I really enjoy. Tie her down to the bed, pillow on her face. Pick up the knife and start to carve.
[L: Marquardt / M: Marquardt]. . Imperatore et domine. Imperatore et domine. Jusso tuo, Jusso tuo. Paredimus.
Careless, to try to think that we've progressed. And the consequence of walking quietly. We only know, what we've been told. Self's exposed and overloaded.
Mother fuckers. I move to break your ass with my gun. Gimmie some, I want all your cash. . And get those hands in the air. And don't stare. And don't compare your gangster ass.
Disengage - silence breaks the desperation. Loneliness fueled enclosed in solitude. Push the void buckle under its preciousness. The sting of dejection nestled in conformity.
Here in somber. A pale face of teenage waste. Shuns the young. And buries the exile six feet deep. . Freewill finds fury. In ridicule. And instability.
[R.Iorio]. . La ciudad dormida y el anda aun,. buscando un amigo que no se abra de piernas.. Las patrullas, se, no lo dejarn,. porque para eso all estn..
[A.Romano - R.Iorio]. . Por tu muerte.. . Esquivando patrullas. de la noche enferma,. tibio amanecer en las llanuras,. sostenido en piernas.. . Bajo el sol mi craneo candente.
Que el mundo fue y ser. una porquera, ya lo s.. En el quinientos seis. y en el dos mil, tambin.. Que siempre ha habido chorros,. maquiavelos y estafaos,.
(m&l - grosskopf). Ice cold metalmonster creeping. Through the darkest night. Heart of gold and steel. Because I don't know what to write. Pins and chains and bullet-bells round my metal chest.
"Freedom", this cry for all slaves will be heard. And the tyrants will feel the steel of the sword. The chains will be broken by all slaves on the earth.