C'est la fin quoigue l'on die j'amerai. Cella guise en null pres. C'est la fin, je veux la vie. Gise beau si a le vie, belle ami. C'est la fin quoigue l'on die j'amerai.
From what no-one should have survived a few remained. To witness a new day on top of the slayed. . Your grace. The cold embrace. Your grace. The cold embrace.
We start our engines. Its Midnight. Ready, Set, Let's Go!. The heat is rising. The flag goes down, Its time to roll.. We're making good time. The moon is showing us the road.
Everybody's got some kind of belief about creator. Some say openly, "I don't know". Some build elevators to take the chosen few. Who can afford the scenic view.
I lost my mind a couple of gals ago. I left behind, never saw it go. Just a little bit of snow out on the leaves. Just confusion drifting, swirling to my knees.
Coming down from the mountain. I have seen the high and mighty. I will go again someday. But for now I'm coming down. Coming down from the mountain. I have seen the lofty glory.
Comin' down from the mountain. I have seen the high and mighty. I will go again someday. But for now I'm comin' down. . Comin' down from the mountain.
More and more I find. I thought I lost what I left behind. On and on it goes. Through the door and away it goes. . So I'll find myself a new pair of shoes.
There seemed to be a buzzing in the air. The barnyard creatures settled off to bed. All at once they heard the sound. Soft vibration filled the ground.
Climb, climb, I always climb. Out of bed in the morning. On a mountain made of sand. And I know this doesn't rhyme. . But the clutter on the table. Is getting out of hand.
Saw it in Braille. Come randomly pouring out. In a wave of black ice. And night time and then. . In a fast moving storm. With singalong thunderclouds.
I slap you in the face. My throbbing cock can't wait. Sucking my dick - know your place. I cum on your fucking face!!!.
I hate your shitty attitudes. I want you all to die.... . You cock-rock faggots. Making me fucking sick. I bet when you're backstage. You suck your manager's dick.
A woman is raped. Just sixteen years old. ??. Another soul is sold. . There is no escape. For the children of rape. . A rape happens every second. Somewhere in the world.
It's like a dream come true. Theorise. Come Alive. Through and through. It just goes to show. Take a chance. If you're ready. Let everything flow. Each and every one of us.
Croozin' for some brews 'n cocaine, cocaine. Croozin' with Gordon Bombay, Bombay. He ain't gonna stop until we get there. Whoa oh oh oh oh. . The cops are comin' up now.
A kiss, a kiss. I'm wishing for a Christmas kiss. You know, I'm standing by the mistletoe. And if you shimmy to the left,. My dear, we couldn't miss. I've got a lot of gadgets.
(McNeal/Jay G/Papalexis/Larossi/Benn/Yacoub). Closer. If I touch the flames. I might get burned, baby. Closer. If I hesitate - will I ever learn. Not to take this love for granted.