Take my hand and follow me. The depths of hell you soon will see. Pain and torture I create. Now you enter, Your own mistake. . Feel the fire, Watch you sweat.
The pathetic slut, a walking nightmare -. a reason to kill, is a reason to fuck -. the fat hairy puss mosnter,. is calling to get slapped -. how many moons have passed -.
Suffer through your death. Because of the life you lead. Pain will be intense. You will never rest. Seas of fire and blood. See the millions dead below.
You don't know who you are. Look back into your past, brother. Look back into your past, sister. You don't know who you are. Look back into your past, sister.
Now I'll tell you in Chicago boys, I was broken man. Dirty movies, credit cards and bills past due again. And that son of mine spit in my face and then I tanned his eye.
Awaken to a world devoid of hope and faith. I don't want to look anymore. I turn it off but it won't go away. The pain of a high school end. . The rest in a young suicide.
I could feel from miles away. The time you spent and the games you played. In his eyes and his name upon your tongue. Oh, but I kept walkin'. . Through the pain and the desert sand.
Eu não me importo com seu ar superior e essa mania de achar que você sempre sabe tudo. Mas não quero mais tentar entrar pra esse mundo vazio não tem nada a ver.
Chorus:. Don't know much about you. but like who I see. won't ask everyone this question. just, are you for me. . Thinking about you like there's. nothing else to my day.
Ya no me volvera a pasar. Ya se que me dormido. Encontrare un destino. Que sea mejor que tu uhh. . Dime que vas a dejar. Que vuelva acariciarte. Prometo no dejarte.
Baby. Baby. Oh baby. . Baby. Oh baby. Baby. . Oh baby. Baby. Oh baby. . Baby. Oh baby. Baby. . Oh baby. Baby. Oh baby. . Baby. Oh baby. Baby. . Oh. Oh baby.
The land of plenty is the land of privileged. For your blue eyed culture deprived American boy. You got your dicks in a twist. And you're raising your fist.
The land of plenty is the land of privilege. For your blue-eyed culture deprived American boy. You got your dicks in a twist and you're raising your fist.
If you feel like you cant go on. All is for none, All is for none. If you feel like youve been undone. All is for God, All is for God. . Hey hey hey hey ooh ooh ooh ooh.
I close my eyes.... I fall back down through the scenery. And I shutter twice like a hollow tree. And the city fades like a candle bright. And my mirrors gaze in a dusty light.
I was waiting for that boy who. Could make me feel like I was on top of Machu Picchu. He'd spin me around and sweep me off my feet. But now I realize there's just so many.
You by my side. that's how I see us. . I close my eyes. and I can see us. . we're on our way to say "I do-oo". my secret dreams have all come true-oo..
What I need is medication. In the form of a vacation. What I need is skies of blue. . What I need is a perspective. One that's healthy but objective. What I need is a point of view.
You know I almost didn't answer. But I just had to see. If you were really still with her. 'Cause this won't work until you're free. . I won't step on a bridge that's burning.
You swear to me that I'm the one. But you need time to have your fun. That boat won't float. How can you say your love is real. When you still want to play the field.