Listen to me, listen to us. This will give us the ultimate rush. With the hate in my heart the carnage will start. . Bloodyparts you're bodyparts. . Listen to me, this is my back attack.
I want you, I want you to tell me what you really can do. I tell you all I want is you. I got to, I got to show you what I like. . Come on now baby. I like it when you light my fire.
Beneth the lonely willow, the tired angel lays.. Her arms outstreached, her stomach curled, from deep within she cries.... . "Why do I seek peace? Why doth mine eyes deceive me?.
Pieniadz kroluje. Dzialaniem ludzi steruje. Za niego sie je, ubiera,. Zyje, pracuje. Pieniadz kroluje. Dzialaniem ludzi kieruje. W jego imie sie kradnie, gwalci,.
The road to hell is paved. with good intentions. Dreams can only sustain for so long. turning away with apprehension. life passes you by. Trip over another lost cause.
Zajrzales do swiadomosci swej. Wtargnales na sciezki mysli. Dokad idziesz ?. Dokad gnasz ?. . Dotarles do granic mozgu. Dotarles tam - co ujrzales ?. .
Na pamiec ojcow. Przelana krew. Czeczenski honor. Przyrzekam, ze. . Nie ! Tak bardzo. Nienawidze cie. Czerwona gwiazdo. Strace cie. Tak bardzo. Nienawidze cie.
Bembele, Bembele. si es que aqui no es, dime donde es.. Bembele te lo dijo, estas equivocado. y si no le haces caso viviras amargado..
Bembele, Bembele. si es que aqui no es, dime donde es.. Bembele te lo dijo, estas equivocado. y si no le haces caso viviras amargado..
Bembele, Bembele. si es que aqui no es, dime donde es.. Bembele te lo dijo, estas equivocado. y si no le haces caso viviras amargado..
[by Wank]. . I'm a man, I'm a very sick man. I got one aim this is kill and kill again. I was born with pain and pain I give back. All I do with people is mangle, scalp and hack.
I'm a man, I'm a very sick man. I got one aim this is kill and kill again. I was born with pain and pain I give back. All I do with people is mangle, scalp and hack.
You'll be dead and your arms went red. Split your skin, the saw will win. Tear your flesh and open the gash. Your bowels come out, no need to shout. .
Listen to me I have a story to tell. About a guy whose name I can't spell. . He likes blood, pus and gastric juice. Of course blood too, so let him booze.
Baby, tell me what's happened to us,. Were the words finally spoken,. I wished for would never be heard,. Cause my head hurts... And my heart hurts so much,.
Living underground, away from society. Never having to face your conformed reality. A tribe all alone, living their own way. Incredible below ground fortress.
We feed on lies while our mind fights. Our times promote insecurity. the modern age (of) mental instability. A question of humanities morality, what is sin?.
I like beer 'cos it is good. I drink beer because I should. if there was a song to sing. I sing it and beer you bring. I drink beer when I am sad. ''cause the beer it makes me glad.
Sometimes I can feel my mind daring to release. Saddened by the hell of mine, refusing to decease. Caring not about myself forgetting brighter days. Further on through the trees other side cannot reach..
Welcome to my wonderful world of pain and agony. Let me introduce myself, my name is Tragedy. The kind that sneaks into your bedroom, late at night. The kind that makes an airplane crash, while it's in flight.