Kiss Akogare teta. Anata kara no. Fukuzatsu na Kiss. Itazura na Kiss. . Sakamichi no tochuu de. Kaze ga toori nukeru. Sora miagereba. Hikari ga KIRA KIRA shiteta.
From the mountain top. He looks upon the crowds. Mindful among the mindless. Unbound. . King of those who know. I'm sheltering the fears. The loneliness exposed.
Kindly bent to free us,. A heart-to-heart farewell,. My armor begins to rust,. It forms the scrapyard gates to hell.. . DNA,. Trapped in ice.. Absorbed into a fossil site..
Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Mikael Dahl. . Like a bolting herd they came from the gates of hell. All baptised in the Devil's name to serve under his bell.
Pressures press. Your station set. Cut your groove. In the bench. Release control. It's for the best. Decrease your will. I'll do the rest. . Reality is just a word.
You subconsciously challenge everyone. No one remains. You wanted this to fuck everyone you know. No ones the same. . Kill. Everyone. That you see. That there is nobody left but me.
Faces are changing. While the days remain the same. Another day. Another try. Everything the same. Everything the same. And so you thought you wouldn't have to stand for that.
I am the king of misrule. A puzzle of jigsawn emotions. An enigmatic witches brew. Of reality, illusion. And helter skelter sanity. A fusion of confusion.
i wait and wait. sleepwalk the hourglass. this way and that. the pendulum swings. yes there's plenty of time. always time left to kill. does time stand still.
Fire, floods, devastation, murder, rape, obliteration, revolution, hate.. Hell, heaven, collision. Beautiful diseases.. You deserve all my praise, for I have seen the wornderful ways You erase!.
Vse ekzameny davno uzhe sdany. I uchebniki teper' mne ne nuzhny. I ne nado rano utrom mne vstavat'. Na uchebu ubegat'.. O-o-o. . Zavtra ja vozmu biljet na samolet.
You take what you can, without asking first. and then you drink what's left, to quench your own thirst. You always fill your plate with more than you can eat.
Hate and aggression. urge for destruction. Misanthropic life. urge to kill. . complete waste. should be thrown away. misanthropic strike. violent homicide.
May we be the next to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world.
You are the black abyss. Nocturnal wish for sin. I crave for your shadow. Thirsty Goddes of Dream.... . Starless space starry abyss. my pain and moon's way.
What, say one word and you die. And I'll make you see. the real fucking bitch you've been. You, you never see the death. I outta show you way. When i get along to kill you fucking bitch.