[C:] For the torso begging on Colaba Causeway. For the green-eyed girl on the street in Mumbai. For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi. The bitter reality is far from sexy.
Is anything. Really what it seems?. Or is it natural devolution?. I always trust in. Things bringing happiness. As if they'll always stay the same. . But as enough time passes.
Her mother used to hit her. To an uncontrolled consumption. Of an absolute solution. Experience with drug abuse. Taking this drug of peace. Slowly taking its toll.
All given hope's the same. Now it's all time to kill the pain. Complaints covering a whining tongue. . Try to speak a mouth of truths. To time to recollect for ill mannered self-neglect.
Sitting in my kitchen stuffed from having ate. What should I do now with what's left on my plate. Maybe I should save it, but now I got the cash. Think I'll take the easy way and throw it in the trash.
Look me in the eyes. When you say those words. Something pure and just?. No, only hurt. Take a leap of faith. Only to fall face down. . You showed me yourself.
See through. This constant struggle. Blinding you from what. Matter the most. . Escape the prison you're in. The walls of your regret. The freedom calling you.
He caminado un largo viaje. He dado forma al traje que al nacer me regalaron. La vista al frente nunca al pasado. Pues todo lo que ya acabó está muerto y enterrado.
You're staring at the atrocity vendor. A fucking equal-opportunity offender. Surge of power to [?] to control. For your own terror, watch the seeds of death unfold.
Awakened I have become light now slips away. Manipulate your mind darkness is my slave. Taste the sins of hell the blood that I so crave. The last thing that you see is the hunger in my eyes.
Auschwitz, the meaning of pain. The way that I want you to die. Slow death, immense decay. Showers that cleanse you of your life. . Forced in like cattle you run.
With our callous minds we infect. Other ways of life, no regrets. Like a masochist we instigate. While the rest of the world must tolerate. . Americon.
Waiting the hour destined to die. Here on the table of Hell. A figure in white unknown by man. Approaching the altar of death. . High Priest awaiting dagger in hand.
Follow me, I'll lead the way, your fears will soon overtake. Hide your infinite tears inside, it seeks your smallest break. Screaming as if nothing helps, you press on to survive.
I wont cover your eyes. I want your innocence. Glisten before me in a cold sweat. I want you to see your lie. Spill on me, spill on me. . Manifested as a primitive cravin'.
Originally performed by TSOL. . Abolish government. There's nothing to it. Forget about God. He's no innocent. We live by a system. Of perfect goals. People vs. people who are bored and old.
Save me, sentimental warrior, I am here to hold you, take the time and. Save me, I don't want to die here, vampires are still crying. So bring me back tonight, back tonight.