domestic happiness is disturbed. the head of the family was going insane. daddy's loading his gun. and sticks the barrel into the cunt of mom. the bullet's boreling through her womb, her body is worn out.
Do you want a taco? (taco). Do you? (Do you) Do you?. Do you want a taco? (taco). Do you? (Do you) Do you?. . Do you find that every thought you haves about it?.
[CHORUS]. DIE! Or I will kill you!. Until you die from when I killed you. And you'll have died and I'll have killed you. And you'll be die and I'll be kill you!.
Your decay. Rape me, take me, end me. . This is fault in the system of your own decay. You human waste. Lure this pain. Awake this rain. . Rape me. Take me.
I remember the time when I was a little child. My father wouldn't call or visit. He denied the fact that I even existed. He can't deny the fact that I'm grown up strong and artistic.
Excuse me Mr. Coban, I just want a chance to speak. I don't mean to annoy you, bother you, or disturb you while you sleep. I admire you what you did, cause you wrote music from your heart.
Everything you did to me. Burning and turning my words. I will not tolerate this anymore. I want out from this hell right now. You gotta run away from me.
We stood on the shoulders of giants. Like atlas with the burden of faith. We clasped our hands in praise. of a conqueror's right to tyranny. This is a language that has not passed.
(Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel). . I am the wind that breathes on the sea. I am the wave, wave on the ocean. I am the ray, the eye of the sun.
Psychedelic suicide trip it and you'll never die. You see sometimes I can not believe the things that acid does to me. Chemicals inside my brain, laughter easing all my pain.
a notion of divine right. one life the pinnacle of all. a vision of perfection. by way of noble bloodlined birth. whispers of self-justification. provide constant assurance of authority.
Music : MT Lyrics : JB. Arise from the dead and attack from the grave. The killing won't stop until first light. We'll bring you to hell because we want to enslave.
Mais qui est en tort? celui qui pche et qui confesse. Ou celui qui prend sur lui, n'empche pas son ivresse ?. Qu'est ce qu'ils implorent ? l'ternel et le culte.
Darling, we synchronize our wishes. I clearly hear your heartbeat,. My pulsing universe.. Honey, you're my evolution. We synchronize our wishes,. My pulsing universe..
[Stooges cover]. . Huh!. down on the street. where the faces shine.. floatin' around i'm. a real low mind.. see a pretty thing - ain't no wall.. see a pretty thing - ain't no wall..
Single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect. Simply a testament to our gullibility. Each pull of the lever lends credibility. To an institution which we can only repaint never reconstruct.
To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds. As your pick their faith from your teeth. The obscene dance of your memories. . What you touched and what you tore irreparably.