Remember when I didn't need you?. Well, I need you now. To hold my head. Up high, say it's all better child. Remember when. . Some days I feel like a saint.
Go!. . You're fucking crazy if you think that I'll ever change. I am I, I am me, I'll never change my ways. I'm a monster and that's how I'll stay. Condemned to predetermined damnation for eternity.
This is hell for me to say. But I think it's time we said. "Enough's, enough". Turn around and waltz away. . You became my friend. They'll never cause you pain again.
Annihilator, breaker of this world. Bring destruction, suffering and pain. Lord of fire, satans number one. Death machine and plague and poison bringer.
Dream Girl a year today. Dream Girl you went away. Dream Girl won't you come. I need your love to keep me warm. . CHORUS. . Only you could heal me. Like no doctor could.
Ja, ja, jajaja. Iedereen begint te swingen. We zetten elke danstent. Op z'n kop. . Ja, ja, jajaja. Iedereen begint te zingen. We zijn de band. Die nooit of nimmer stopt.
She likens herself as. To one of the greats. But if you look in her eyes. All you see is hate. She screams her insecurities and. The foolish things she thinks.
I'm scared of swimming in the sea. Dark shapes moving under me. Every fear I swallow makes me small. Inconsequential things occur. Alarms are triggered.
Dreams go on forever. With only one life. You cannot relieve. What you gave me never. Fear of being hurtful. Feelings left unspoken. I'm breaking myself.
When things were good I know you would always be there for me. Yes, It's true; friends like you are few and far between. I wish I may, I wish I might, the things you do ain't quite right.
Sentenced to work a dead end 9 to 5. Trapped in a dingy corporate cubicle hell. Then go to work in the darkness on the midnight shift. Any chance you get, selling gas at the corner Shell.
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly..
The grave welcomes you with open arms.. Last light escapes, last breath remains.. Circling the body,. Brushing past the skin and bone,. It cradles you, your holy manger..
Everything ends, at least that's what we hope for.. Plagued by our past and we're doomed to repeat ourselves.. Afraid of the thoughts that dance in revolutions, and circle the mind like a snare: Binding me, I'm just trying to feel something..
"Depths of Hell". . Carry me into the depths of hell. Where I can find fate that mocks me from an open grave. Call upon the fallen angels. Challenge them to a game of fate.
Parece ser verdad;. Lo vuelves a intentar.. No te rindes.. . Eliges un lugar,. Disparas sin mirar. Y sonríes.. . Sentirás el pánico avanzar, veloz. Querrás gritar.
Puede caer el telón, sí. Puede acabarse la gira, puede. Puede empezar a subir el rodillo de de la película ithink. . Puede que todo se apague, porque todo debe apagarse.
Vivimos convencidos de que somos gente libre. Aunque solo es consumir lo que el sistema permite. Que lo poco que ganamos dure poco en la cartera es la piedra angular que sostiene nuestra feria.
Regresión. Y que nadie se atreva a mover el timón. ante la intención punitiva. de anular nuestro modo de vida. Intención. De cortarte las alas lo quieras o no.
Eyes like a car crash.. I know I shouldn't look but I can't turn away.. Body like a whiplash,. Salt my wounds but I can't heal the way.. I feel about you..