your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the. weight of their expectations it must seem routine for. you now snowing in their spit languishing in their.
There's no reason to hide my hate,. Because when I'll be gone, it'll all be too late,. The hatred in me is the system you made. The reason I'm here is to make you all taste.
A bald treeis what I see. not cause of fall. but poison-clouds. Rain drops are falling down. from a poisoned sky. Apocalypse has begun. first the trees will die.
This world's leaders are going to decide. Above peace, war or suicide. And for this decision, we can't hide. 'Coz these bastards rule us with fright. .
pale. vile. thoughts. unreal?. locked, blocked, away. more, every day. no single fact left. empty, emptiness. left, left behind. thoughts, real vile. visions, surreal.
Past, past, well now, let me tell you about that past. Past is filled with silent joys and broken toys. Laughing girls and teasing boys. Was I ever in love? I called it love, I mean, it felt like love.
Title track for the movie P & B. (Agnetha Fltskog). . Who's there?. Who's stealing around the place?. Who's groping about for my wallet?. Who's tampering with my pocket?.
Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence. Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling. Deeper, farer, until your calling.
Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look. Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay. Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz.
*. Por trs daquela janela. Por trs daquela janela. Faz anos o meu amigo. E irmo. No ps cravos na lapela. Por trs daquela janela. Nem se ouve nenhuma estrela.
*. Por trs daquela janela. Por trs daquela janela. Faz anos o meu amigo. E irmo. No ps cravos na lapela. Por trs daquela janela. Nem se ouve nenhuma estrela.
A Paz viajou em busca da silncio. Sitiou Berlim. Abdicou em Londres. A Paz saltou dos olhos do poeta. Atacada de psicose maniaco-depressiva. Foi nessa altura que as pombas.
Olha enfia a carapua. mas no compres o velho fato de anans. o estilo no se empresta e nada tem sentido. a tua falta, meu papua. Se podes tu no podes. Tanto faz.
Olha enfia a carapua. mas no compres o velho fato de anans. o estilo no se empresta e nada tem sentido. a tua falta, meu papua. Se podes tu no podes. Tanto faz.
Crossing the distance. Hear the sound. . Through your horizon. I'll be found. . I'm captured by your love. I face the ground. . I go down down down down down.
Adrienne Young. . Pretty Ella Arkansas. Birthed 9 daughters and a son. She was a sure shot with a pistol. And here bare feet loved to run. There was raven hair and brown skin.
Poison. . Gonna take a long time to get over you. Loves poison addiction offers me no rescue. Gonna be a hard road back to where I started from. Cause you touched the deepest part of me and filled me.
Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey. We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay. Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row. Wake up in the morning and plow to the end of the row.
Yeah, she's just been to Russia and they're dying, their faces. They're dying over there. A pretty pink rose. . That rock 'n' roll lady takes a spaceship ride.