You piss me off, you drive me nuts. You drink my beer and you always smoke my butts. You owe me money, you owe me big. You washed up nothing, you slob, you pig.
Slicing through the silence. Like blades of stainless steel. A rush of metal fury. Forged from what you feel. Mayhem all around you. You know you're not alone.
Hang your head in shame. don't wanna hear your name. say sorry than you do it all again. your expressions tells the tale. self-sympathy prevails. an asshole I could never call a friend.
Metal fury, metal sound. We'll rock this place right to the ground. Pounding drums, pounding bass. The look of anger in your face. Lights and action hit the floor.
Tossed into my mind, stirring the calm. You splash me with beauty and pull me down. Cause you come from out of nowhere. My glance turns to a stare. Obsession rules me-I'm yours from the start.
What is ours.... What is ours.... . Slowly as some actions save quickly man destroys. Possibilities to embrace a future joy. . Crime.... Crime.... . Profits raise inhuman race seller's of our youth.
Friend these words I write and think of you. In all the pain my silence dragged you into. I can't belive now, how could I have been so cold?. To you my friend, to close my eyes to leave you all alone.
Close your eyes. Free your reasons guide. Take a breath of simple life. Feel the air coming through your soul. Dragging you into unknown. . For a while, just fly, just let it flow.
Drop it. Uh, ladies and gentlemen. . Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it.
Smileless faces parking cars in the streets. We see this misery. . AND. . While we close our eyes it grows constantly. The richness made by poverty. .
Yo remember we was goin down to the mall. To get the juniors with some cheesecake. And these crums was in the front. You know what I was sayin. Yo blast what you was kickin to me, on the way to that piece.
Dancing, dancing round the fires Scales of brass. and blackened gold Wings of flame, obsidian. eyes Miracle you behold Sparkling bliss you see. in her motion Joy of living and dancing in flame.
Farewell to all, I'm in arms of eternal sleep. In mourning hall your sorrow for me is too deep. . No feeble thought, you gaze into the void. Think what you are before the eternity.
Raised Fist belong to the beat. Our sound from open windows to the street. This beat always on repeat from d-takt to a fucking blastbeat. . Now let me contemplate when I dedicate this song.
It's my destiny. my release from this fuckin' world. No humans... no memories from this chastetic world. Death is my vision. I'm dying... I can feel my death vision.
Type by Phil Smith. Source http://www.ragingspeedhorn.co.uk. . Twenty pints today. And we're on the way. It's in his curse. He's the voodoo man. . I only drank it.
The vague silhouette rising. In the misty cradle of my dreams. I hail you, dark goddess of light. Embodiment of my hopes, princess of the night. . Don't dissolve in the silver of stars.
My body rests in a dark chamber. As I am receiving final farewells. A saddened silence fills the air. The smell of flowers, the smell of death. . The latch is opened, my skin reflects the light.
Echa pa'lante mama. Tira pa'lante papa. Mira un poco mas alla. Pa' llegar hay que empezar. . Esto es fundamental. Es la sangre que tu cuerpo alimenta.
[Un buen traje y tambien maquillaje. Una sonrisa de anuncio de colgate. Esa mirada que de el cine sacaste. Y en tu mente la cuenta de cuantos tipos tumbaste.