"Einen schnen Donnerstags. Es hat gerad getaut,. Da wurde Peter Lorenz in Zehlendorf geklaut,. Er kam gleich in die Kiste. Und allmhlich wurd ihm klar,.
Am I done?. I lie here dying. I lie here all alone. I gave up trying. . Give me one more gasp of life. Make this moment worth it all. Give me one more surge of strength.
I'm looking down on London. But there's little I can see. Cos I'm living so high up. And it looks so small to me. And I'm feeling so frustrated. Cos the lifts are out once more.
Don't speak don't whisper. No one is listening now.. You were not the answer. You couldn't figure it out.. . No fact all figures. Words coming out of your mouth..
Another day waking up. With your conscience stuck in your hotel room. 23 floors up. Oh love has come to town. Caramel in the mind and I can keep good time.
It's warm out tonite. But I'm freezing. She said she's moving out. But there's just no good reason. I tried to tell her not to go. I turned the fire up.
out of your personal scripture, philomel, she comes.. you sing songs to everyone about love and law and guns.. but paint a dirtier picture,. and i think you know the one: you're not saving anyone..
Not even fair to box away those old faces. Not even close to the way it was then. When everyone would stay away from you. How everyone would stay away from you.
1,2,3, J'ai pas le syndrome de celle qui pardonne. 1,2,3, J'ai la peau de ma main qui démange. 1,2,3, On m'avait pourtant mise en garde. 1,2,3, Phénomène bizarre.
(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup). lying in the sun's just a nice occupation. I'm lying lazily on a lown. enjoining the warmth and amazing sounds. somewhere there with sensual intention.
It's a lovely day today. So why do I feel strange. Wasted away, I am dry. 3 feet to either way. Can't help to think what may. Will be left around me. When I die.
The weather man said there was a pretty good chance. Of a big one coming that night. Everybody in town was locking it down. Closing shutters and finding flash lights.
Hello operator, I think I'm to be tried. For believing in my uncle, even though he lied. 911, 911ost. Emergency, this blood on my hands isn't killing me.
Slow motion Broken and sick Unconsciously Cryin aloud Life sprawled. out in blood sweat and tears 11 months 4 more surgeries Still I pray. Until this day I must say It's ok Because I was left alone The bastard.
I've come to grips, come to grips, unreality through fatality. Realized as how much happiness brings to me. Fuck!. . Lately, doubt and worries inflicted my mind.
Intro :. Funny everytime on the telephone. All I ever get is a dial tone. *69, you hold my hand. Some bitch on the line, say leave my man. Dats the kinda game you play with your life.
We have a deal with Satan. A contract signed in Hell. We sacrifice a virgin. He makes our record sell. . SATAN! - To Antichrist we pray. EVIL! - To hit the charts one day.