Rise above, rise above. Steal away to hide your shame. Rise above, rise above. . Rise above your oppression. Above the one that hates you. Above the one that lies.
You must never forget the essence of your spark. All of that which defies you is the essence of your blood. We're the Factory that's been removed. . We serve the machine house that broke.
You must never forget the essence of your spark. All of that which defies you is the essence of your blood. We're the Factory that's been removed. . We serve the machine house that broke.
"All That Remains" by Fear of God. Powerlines... steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky.. Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer. Cracks revealing, ground below.
And I found my soul,. when every feeling has been crushed by your world,. and you know, I'll find,. my purity inside is all that's mine. You make me feel what you feel,.
A life in rigorism. A life conducted by ideals. That had become dusty ages ago. Hypocritical propriety and false morals. Self-obligated pain. Automasochism as an anchor.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens & Steven Tracey. . You can't imagine. How it's so true. That we all need somebody. Someone like you. .
Anodized!. A breathing interface. Designed in phase to assimilate. A transfer of the mind. To maximize a servile life. Lacerate, eviscerate. My body to redefine.
In my eyes stagnation surrounds. Blood that life beaten and bound. An act of mercy, a scene of pain. There is no difference, it's all in your name. . This act of God.
Walk through the ashes of man. Skin like fields on fire. Pain is only a weakness. Death is just an escape. . We are connected like tissue. Feed on the shame you've raised.
Yeah, yeah. Wrap yourself around me now. Hold me close. Just like a little girl. In her daddy's arms. . Hold me, hold me. She's got all those things that I need.
I welcome death with open arms. Her soft breath and simple charm. Wandering through memories. Takes my hand for me to see. . Tried so hard. Tried so hard.
I hear a lot of stories. I suppose they could be true. All about love. And what it can do to you. . Highest risk of striking out. The risk of getting hurt.
Shes an attorney and turning me on, turning me on. And I kinda like it and I wanna tell her. Instead of learning, shes turning me on, turning me on. And I kinda like it and I wanna tell her.
Paroles et musique : Raymond Fau. Presses d'Ile-de-France. 1. Au del de nos guitares il y a. Notre monde construire, notre monde aimer. Au del de nos guitares il y a.
Paroles et musique : Raymond Fau. Presses d'Ile-de-France. 1. Au del de nos guitares il y a. Notre monde construire, notre monde aimer. Au del de nos guitares il y a.
Ada banyak cara Tuhan menghadirkan cinta. Mungkin engkau adalah salah satunya. Namun engkau datang di saat yang tidak tepat. Cintaku tlah dimiliki. . Inilah akhirnya harus ku akhiri.
Chorus. Why so mad, Nightingale?. Wont you let us hear you sing?. Why so sad, Nightingale?. Wont you come enjoy sweet spring?. Tell us all your little tale,.
Verse. Lisa, forgive me, I had to call for help,. I couldnt stand still, watch you leaving on a jet.. Or break into a smile, as I whispered, So long,.