The bastard breed,. the human race,. behaving like sheep,. another grey face,. Technological arrogance. creating a distance,. overvalued intelligence.
Love is an abstract. Because it's so unreal. Love is something. Something I just can't feel.. Is there something magic?. When two people kiss,. Is there something wonderful,.
Preaching things. You don't even understand. Being alternative. Just another trend. . Acting depressed. To trick all the rest. You say you are you. But I can see through you.
Smash your hammer,. in Cupido's head,. now we're all happy,. 'cause all love is dead,. All love is dead,. and it ain't too bad,. My mind is filled,. with poisonnous thoughts,.
The clock keep on ticking. And it's hangingon death's wall. The clock keeps on ticking. For our earth to fall. . Over exploitation. Of the sources of our earth.
oh Alexandra with your dog-shit head. I really hate the ideas that you spread. you think your little club reigns supreme. but we'll smash your fascist dream.
What the fuck is going on ?. Genetic manipulations - creating new species,. what the hell is going on ?. Retarded scientists - messing with human genes,.
A big murder mac. An easy snack. Still animals die. And starving children cry. . But for you to stay. No fucking way. Is not too hard. And at least a start.
I watch them at our gigs. With an A on their backs. The A stands for arrogance. 'coz respect they surely lackI watch them at our gigs. With an e on their jacks.
Erasing the earth through the wave of your hand. Your life means much more than mine. Gathering strength you await your command. We've stared at the sun until all eyes are blind.
I am the consequence of zealotry, I am decay. Corrosive rust of time, you'll never wash away. I am the bitter cold, the frozen wind, the frost of hate.
Alaska. Music by: Andrew Winn. Lyrics by: Andrew Winn. Appears on: Seed. . Welcome to the world of the northern hemisphere. Greet the winds of this heavenly frontier.
A weeping procession moving through the snow. Silent pale faces, perceptible pain. Winter silence, terrible tranquility. Cold eyes starin' far away. .
I hear the ticking of the clock. I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark. I wonder where you are tonight. No answer on the telephone. And the night goes by so very slow.
Dum boto de branco punho. Dum brao de fora preto. Vou pedir contas ao mundo. Alm naquele coreto. L vai uma l vo duas. Trs pombas a descansar. Uma minha outra tua.
Pregais o Cristo de Braga. Fazeis a guerra na rua. Sempre virados pr cu. Sempre virados pr Virgem. A Santa Cruzada manda. Matar o chivo vermelho. Contra a foice e o martelo.
Baa de Guanabara. Santa Cruz na fortaleza. Est preso Alpio de Freitas. Homem de grande firmeza. Em Maio de mil setenta. Numa casa clandestina. Com campanheira e a filha.
Baa de Guanabara. Santa Cruz na fortaleza. Est preso Alpio de Freitas. Homem de grande firmeza. Em Maio de mil setenta. Numa casa clandestina. Com campanheira e a filha.
Ali est o rio. Dois homens na margem esto. Se um d um passo o outro hesita. Ser um valente? O outro no?. Bom negcio faz um deles. Tem o triunfo na mo.
Ali est o rio. Dois homens na margem esto. Se um d um passo o outro hesita. Ser um valente? O outro no?. Bom negcio faz um deles. Tem o triunfo na mo.