Wir sind 20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer. Shne soweit das Auge sieht. La uns gro werden wie ein Heer. Seht gut zu, wie uns geschieht. Du zeigst uns die Wege, du fhrtest uns aus dem Tal.
When the screen says it's too late. Blame no one but yourself. Want to buy everything you got. No hope now for the TV junk. . 24 Hour bullshit. 24 Hour bullshit.
The veil of nocturnal beauty. Drowns the daylight flames. And so IT broods beyond the depths. of the horizon never seen by the eyes of man. Awakened by the twilight's kiss.
Hook. Things are not the same. Things are not the same as before. Things are not the same.no. Things are not the same as before. Chorus. Levels don change now. They no fit hold me again now I am ten over ten.
Clusters of people talking. Secretly to each other. In a bar you cannot talk openly. To anyone you don't already know. Four year old's, they have got the right idea.
Even now he's in the world. And his power shall be mighty. And he shall prosper and be strong. And shall destroy the mighty and the holy. . Burn under the protection of Satan.
My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. 13 Above the Night. Time to go to a heavy place.. We can feel the pulse of time.. Naked in the make of lies,. That suffocate and blind..
Well she was just 17. You know what I mean. And the way she looked. was way beyond compare. So how could I dance with another. And I saw her standin' there.
1 and 3 what happened to the 2?. What about the lies they're telling you?. The first is filled with oppulance and luxury. The third is full of starvation and poverty.
Ooh yeah ooh. . Now it's alright (alright) to get me hot. And it's alright (alright) to cool me off. I know you're tired (aha). Like a bullet to my head, yay-yeah (that's right).
How many times have I called you. While you were working just to say?. Left messages on your answering machine. About three or four times a day. . There aren't many more ways.
I got a final notice from the bank today. Catch up your car payment or we'll take it away. It's the strangest time I have ever known. The kids school sent home a note.
Mind hemorrhage. fuckin' folding chairs in the hallway. crucified,. paralyzed,. you laugh, I cry. calculating my miscalculations. what is the sign. for I'm choking to death?.
I hold your throat within my naked hand. I can never hope to have you. Hear my word, I lose control at the sight of blood. I visit you through six feet of soil, bitch.
Is there really anyone there. Fall on deaf ears all of my prayers. . The mother of nothing. The mother of sin. . The father of decadence within. A brother of suffering inside.
In 197666 I was born a bastard and a son of a bitch. And I'm sick, sick, motherfucker sick. In 197666 I nailed a GI Joe to a crucifix. And I'm sick, sick, motherfucker sick.
The sublime destroys the boundaries of finiteness. Yet this phenomenon is seen by the self. Not as an act of destruction, but rather. As a kind of elevation and liberation.
Long's the life, steeps the climb, I took the match. and lit the fire, fire. pain for the pain, my guts ache, built by the sin. that was taught by the father, the father.
Losses, losers and more gain of life's pleasures. Cohorts listen behind the doors. To a life shot again less than to move in me. All my walls falling down pains aloft misery.
Well, it's 1995, my friend. Now we're closing in on the end. Another year for you and me. Time to recognize what you see. . What you looking at?. What you looking at?.