A Life Less. . Water fills my mind, hate contorts my vision. Senses disappear, I'm left within decisions. Give me strength to breathe. The purpose is what I need to defeat.
Sometimes I sit alone in solitude. I wonder how or why it all went wrong. The choices that I've made,. that sent me down a lonely road. A desolate path that seems so long.
As I Reflect. . Moments of inner melancholia. I turn to you in memory. Symbolic visions in the withered wind. Have all but flown away. . Distress signals from a golden age.
All of this means nothing. D.C. made me and the rest of this mess. You don't even try to fake it. All of this means nothing. D.C. made me and the rest of this mess.
See them all marching beyond the horizon of hate. Bound by an ancient curse, annihilate. Nothing will break them apart. No sign of fear ever touches their hearts.
Was it a vision or was it a dream. The trust of the mankind has never been real. Gods of pleasure gods of pain. Gods of terror of life and of hate. Mortality is endless when gods start to pray.
Was it a vision or was it a dream. The trust of the mankind has never been real. Gods of pleasure gods of pain. Gods of terror of life and of hate. Mortality is endless when gods start to pray.
See them all marching beyond the horizon of hate. Bound by an ancient curse, annihilate. Nothing will break them apart. No sign of fear ever touches their hearts.
As The World Burns. . The war is here. The future stops. Existence ends. Apocalypse will take our lives. One by one. As cities fall. As cultures die. As hope for survival.
On the edge I wait, see what fate may come. Just one step away, from what's left undone. On the edge I wait, pain must stand right here. Right before my eyes, in the dreams that disappears.
Fire's coming down, hot winds blow the smoke away. Low screams of the survivors the innocent have paid. Nobody knows what happened, light was all they've seen.
Like a world religion. Like a perfect product of your fantasy. Embracing me, no rules no leaders. Just the purest power of integrity. All I can see. Still a spark rising.
minutely planned professional crime. assassination at night. cold-blooded killers on a midnight hunt. for a girl who cannot fight. kidnapped, tortured, skinned alive,.
overreaction and you've. lost your path. faceless and hateful. emotionless psychopath. overreaction now you're not the same. become someone else. hate becomes alive again.
One by one we take control. New consciousness one heart one soul. Oppression ends the time has come. So don't look back it can't be done. Something is still missing.
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler). (from the album "InFormation", 1995). there's a girl laying down for money. there's a boy stealing a car. there's a psychopathic killer.
Historias de hombres que van a morir. almas al cielo quieren subir. ellos saben que hay que sufrir.. La vida nos dio esta oportunidad. y este es el precio que hay que pagar.
Poner mis manos en la razon. Y no pensar que todo es como se ve. O como parece que es. . Hacer que todo no parezca una burda farsa. Porque hay mentiras que no dejan ver.
Una unica obsesion atenaza mi interior. Esgrimiendo esa dulce sensacion, mas. Persiguiendo mi destino. Es mas fuerte que uno mismo. . La calle no me hizo olvidar.
Approaching the moment now.. A long, hard journey in its end.. It's starting to loom right now.... The final round, and then it hits you, it kicks you, it splits you in half..