good people with good intentions. deserve their recognition,. but contradiction with yourself. is a sad fiction you made for yourself,. so listen,. you're on a mission to go under,.
evil wears a hat that covers the eyes. so you can't see when she smiles,. good nature hangs a target on the back of the head,. he will get shot if not end up dead,.
some of us remember history,. we know that blind obedience can make a society commit suicide. . this is a 21st century witch hunt,. master of the fragile common psyche,.
The image shows no way back. Dont know what your eyes can see. If I had you close to me. Its okay no need to regret. . Ive been down that road before.
We sent the word ou our coming.. We've done it many times before.. Arrive the day of our choosing.. We're hungry, we're back for more.. . Tear your souls from their bodies and....
Prayer ain't no key.. Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind.. Never meant to make you free.. . Prayer, insanity.. You compete for the never complete..
Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men. Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again. Hear the rats, are laughing with the voice of one.
Look at me. I'll create you a dream. Reality escapes. or so it may seem. But truth is only. what you believe. I'll give you faith. without deceit. . I'll make you forget.
Phantom voices with no words to follow. At the mercy of the cold and hollow. I withdrew into my sanctuary of silence. My defence. . In this moment I am just becoming.
Christmas time is here again. Time to give your cash to them. At the cross is where we'll meet. Leaving presents at his feet. Buy your gifts in harmony.
Es ist Freitag Abend, ich zieh' schon wieder los. Durch Frankfurts geile Kneipen, mein Durst ist riesengross. Meine Freunde sind auch schon wieder da.
Flirtin' with desaster, Flirtin', butt mayonaise. Flirtin' with desaster, Flirtin', it seems it's not my day. Flirtin' with desaster, Flirtin', I passed some glass.
Was it destiny that one day It was born. Drunk creature of the night who haunts us for our brew. It was dark, midnight or so, when most had left for home.
Coming home 6 a.m. had a night of excess. When she opened the door I puked on her dress. She says that I'm lazy - a cooser and fool. A longhaired drunkard, no good at all.
Drugs! The Booze! My social life dies. In the name of excessive fun. Tried to escape from which I cannot hide. Almost died 'cause I'm on the run. . Searching for the answer.
Something's a wrong!. Last night's gig didn't go to well!. People fighting near the stage. a cable ripped and fucked the sound. . Fighting! Beating!. There must be another way.
Minute by minute I'm undergoing something that I've got in mind Memories. that will be there forever are coming back right before my eyes. . Everything that's inside me are feelings that I feel.
I see myself standing beside my bed bad thoughts are going through my head. over and over I think of the past one good memory came to me at last. . Every breath feels like a long long time fading pictures are crossing my.
I'm, but a little bit bit bit, show. But a little bit bit bit, shame. But a little bit, bit, bit. Bit, bit, bit. . I'm, but a little bit bit bit, show.