I gave you a chance at reprisal. And you didn't take it. I am going to send you to hell.
I was getting my cock sucked. When the plane collided into the second tower. She spit my nut up and wiped her mouth. With the American flag.
The gratification of the ego. Oge eht fo noitacifitarg eht. The gratification of the ego. Oge eht fo noitacifitarg eht.
I blew the ambulance up. So no one could survive. I'm fucking stupid like that. I'm a fucking idiot. . These are the balls you lick. Forever and ever and ever.
Neutralized area. Bright white glow. No smell, no sound. No soul. . Sterile environment. Immaculate death.
The book of the dead is a trip. And the apocalypse describes. Mescaline experience.
I watched the walls collapse.. Beneath a hollow shell of lies.. Worn paper-thin and stained in black.. Fell beneath the fading light.. The shards that penetrate..
(Music: F. Carraresi; Lyrics: A. Testa / English lyrics: Peter Callander ). . This time your story had better be good. Or I may leave you like I know I should.
You've been lookin' for a reason. You've been trying to find a way. To find an easy way of leavin'. 'Cause you can't find a way to stay. . If it's not workin' why can't we work it out?.
What about your state of mind. You think you really know, but you are really blind. Blind for history, blind for the dead. How much lower do you get. .
The downstairs girls have alot to say. about the uptown boys that always get their way. There's a loner on the corner and a stoner on the border. A schizo who's two faces eyes show lots of empty spaces.
Ohh jeah ( Ohh jeah ). Aggro ( Aggro ). Ohh jeah ( Ohh jeah ). Aggro ( Aggro ). Ohh jeah ( Ohh jeah ). Aggro ( Aggro ). Ohh jeah jeah jeah... . (Sido).
(Irgendein Typ). Ey Ey ihr seid ihr die Aggro Leute. . (B-Tight). Jaja. . (Irgendein Typ). Äähh wollt ihr Einen rauchen ich hab auch eine Bong. . (B-Tight).
(Sido). . Alles ist Sido. Alles ist B-Tight. ALLES IST DIE SEKTE. Alles ist.... Alles ist die Sekte. ALLES IST DIE SEKTE. . Steck dein billig Mic ein und hau rein.
(Sido). . Die Leute quatschen mich voll. Ihr redet immer nur über Scheisse Arsch ficken und kotzen und so. ( Yeah ). hier ist der Track für euch spassten.
Hotel bathroom spins oh no!. as we start to brush the whole mess aside. hotel bathroom sings out loud!. when we don't know the words.. . we we're made for broken arms.
The days count me down. Hit's close to home now and I don't. So I'll pause like it sunk in. But I don't listen, I never listen. . It'd break your heart were.
Well youre not brave if you still keep the letters. And youre not sane if you dont wanna get better. And youre not drunk if you cant stay in your lane, no.
Why did I come here tonight. With all these feelings inside. You're much too good for this life. And all the pain that you hide. I want to take you away.