We're Aztec priests so mind your head,. Our prisoners always wind up dead.. Our favourite colour is blood red,. We're not nice.. . At an Aztec temples opening day,.
In Britain's Georgian times. There were so many crimes. No time to hang each crook guilty of a felony. Cos there's no room to jail you. They'd send you to Australia.
ANSWER. . He's the uninvited guest. gonna check out his place. he's gonna eat y'r snatch. he's gonna come on your face. . He's the very last idol. at the end of the rainbow.
Our love affair is a wondrous thing. That we'll rejoice in remembering. Our love was born with our first embrace. And a page was torn out of time and space.
あいたい あいたい 誰よりもそばにいた. あいたい あいたい 愛して何処へゆく. . あいたい あいたい うつろう季節の中. あいたい あいたい 歳月(とき)は止まったまま. . 私の笑顔が あなたの幸せだとしたら. 前を見て生きようと 胸には決めたけど. . あいたい あいたい まぶたを閉じてみても.
If there was a day... If there was a day.... When the earth stood perfectly still.. The axis of symmetry is breaking and I'm falling, I'm falling with it..
A Natale puoi. fare quello che non puoi fare mai:. riprendere a giocare,. riprendere a sognare,. riprendere quel tempo. che rincorrevi tanto.. . È Natale e a Natale si può fare di più,.
So I've chosen death.... Hearing the mourners cry, seeing my body lie,. The symbolized iniquity, journey into eternity,. The funeral is for me, it is meant to be,.
(See) the sinister star in the sky, as bright as the sun,. The symbol of our evil horde, soon our work will be done,. Our goddess on the white fox flying in the air,.
[Intro: see-Murder]. Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?. Yeah, it's real out here. Killa block notch, wit' the ODB. NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?. Let me ask you a question.
[Intro: see-Murder]. Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?. Yeah, it's real out here. Killa block notch, wit' the ODB. NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?. Let me ask you a question.
[Ol` Dirty Bastard]. Yeah youknowhatI`msayin? It`s all I`m sayin. Knahmsayin? Yo I`ma tell all y`all motherfuckers somethin,. knahmsayin? I`m a dalmatian, knahmsayin?.
I can grab the fireworks, the soda, all the cookies we can eat. Make you nauseous but be cautious, this is not Dawson's Creek. We could sneak away, fuck it, you could bring an eighth.
Just another day in the life, hodgy beats. I am sickly prickly, apparent through pairs of crews. Down your avenue. I got a pair to shoot, they fall without their parachute.
No, no longer a part, a part of your games. You've failed to amuse me, no more names. Days gone by and still no sign of a break. Take your words and purify them like me.
A change in the current. In how the wind blows. In a matter of seconds. I will be gone. The clock tells me it's over. It's us and my story. The scent of the candlelight.