We sat outside the studio at night,. among a few candles,. and closed our eyes for a minute.. After that,. we jammed straight from our hearts.. We didn't play for ourselves,.
*we sat outside the studio at night,. Among a few candles,. And closed our eyes for a minute.. After that, we jammed straight from our hearts.. We didn*t play for ourselves,.
*we sat outside the studio at night,. Among a few candles,. And closed our eyes for a minute.. After that, we jammed straight from our hearts.. We didn*t play for ourselves,.
Son song. Sometimes i don't want to face life. sometimes i feel empty inside. but every moment is precious. and everyone will turn to dust. . Related.
Here we go... Another day, another strike. Here we go... It's the living sacrifice. Here we go... Against your bullshit ways. Here we go... Against your false pretend.
Hate them hate them. Live your farce. Same thing, same way. Your karma will come. . Ask me no questions. I tell no lies. Ask me again. I spit in your eyes.
I ask myself why I'm so hateful. Maybe it's part of my nature. People say I'm fucked in my mind. Feels like there's nothing left inside. . Walking now on different dirty streets.
Face - the enemy. Stare - inside you. Control - your thoughts. Destroy - destroy 'em all. . You censor what we breathe. Prejudice with no belief. Senseless violence all around.
Children burning, crawling, dying. Knowledge and science used like toys. Splitting neutrons, we made us a bomb. No advances, just death of man. . Sum of your achievements.
A dark room is my world. Life no longer turns me on. Forget my friends. That already forgot me. . Love me, dig me. 'Cause I hate myself. . The needle in, the brain out.