Just because you choked on it, it doesn't mean. That you have to go I can't receive SMS. And I just wanted you to know. I smoked a lot of cigarettes. .
When,. look for a ride and you need to get high my friends.. spend all your time just a walkin around instead,. like black rose its somebody to hold for them,.
So you wanna be a champion. . Let's not beat around the bush. I got my hands in the air. With my head down look. . Disease please pay phone. The back of my car, automatic teller.
Welcome to my house of sadness. Welcome to my house of sadness. Surreal in ist week foundation. Stillness moves through anciant walls. Sun shines glinting bringing warmth.
born to the plague of fools. intent on breaking all the rules. terror crash against the skin. mixing of blood. flesh tempted against nature. fear drips like water on glass.
being used, but never forgiven. being pushed out, then pulled. right back in. how can I run, when you pull my. strings. self deception wrapped. in the colors of death.
The silence grows loud. Echoing through the halls. Abandoned by our protectors. No effort to serve, protect. Heartless tunes beat. Swirling behind badge and gun.
Vulgar, parasite. Endless quest for gain. Obsession turns to disease. Eats through to the bone. We must, purify, where we dwell. Sterilize. Deliberate, Intetions.
Lungs breathing foulness. Anal intellect fills rooms. Cigar smoke and the stench of cheap wine. Smothers my children's innocence. The blind and boiled misery sets sail.
Looking back on the past,. Mix me away with your lies.. That don't change!. Here I am, I'm the man,. And you had your chance.. And you're fading!. . Straight in the hole!.
I trust the words you speak when I am down.. But yet the meaning of them is not been heard out loud!. Another day goes by.... And nothing ever changes..
I know you're hanging around outside my door. I know you've been here six times today or maybe more. I know you're hesitating. But I'm here waiting. .
I'm comatose. I'm passed out cold. I lost the flame that lit my soul. There's nothing in my eyes. All the feelings gone. Wake me soon I'll fade away before too long.
Hey now. I talk to spiders. I think talking keeps me sane. I hear voices from nowhere. And this is what they say.... All alone. The old man sits and whispers.
Clenched fists of proud nationalists. Keep your prejudiced conscience blind. The paranoid dreams of fascist regimes. Running wild in your mind. On their knees minorities start to crawl.
How could you be so blinded by your own greed. I tried to relax one day I found myself freed. We're tearing at the walls. We're screaming for more. We're crawlin' through the jungle to the demon's door.
Tous les jours j'm assoies dans cour tout seul pis j'pense a moi. J'prpare mes coups pis j'pense a tout le bl qu'm'a faire sur toi. Si ma vie est vide quand mes poches sont pleines a tu d'l'air de m'dranger.
Camptown lady sing this song. Camptown racetrack five miles long. Gonna run all night, gonna run all day. Spent my money on a big fat joint. But somebody took it away.
-Et oui, tubes aprs tubes. -La voil, encore une fois. Cline, c'tait notre hrone. -Que de platines pour Cline. Notre fiert nationale. -La ? de l'industrie.
Echoes from a bottomless pit, bottomless pit. A girl embalmed in blood, piss and spit. Shrieks and prayers won't save her now. As the priest climbs down to fuck her mouth.