Den Tod vermeiden heit. das Spiel der Verbannung verlieren. mein Geruch ist die Verkommenheit,. all' die leeren Milchflaschen spiegeln sich. in meiner Oberflche.
Den Tod vermeiden heibt. das Spiel der Verbannung verlieren. mein Geruch ist die Verkommenheit,. all' die leeren Milchflaschen spiegeln sich. in meiner Oberfleche.
[Music by Bartsch/Tiedemann/Eckhardt-January 2001]. [Poems by Bartsch-January 2001]. . Ich atme in Erden durch all' meine Poren und erbreche albernen.
I have often thought to myself. Why some people don't eat flesh?. Is it the morals that we're taught. Lurking deep beneath our skin?. . Bodies that are constant sources.
Degradation, I don't want your rhinoplasty. I don't need you, not any more. . Though I am a perverted man. Disproportioned version of a normal man. Dirty man, any surgery cannot get.
Is death freedom from this world?. The one's who knew you will soon FORGET. That you have now attained WHAT YOU WANTED. So why should it be HAUNTING YOU?.
"What they have in store for them.... ...do I desire...". "They will suffer just as I.... ...revenge on the whore.". . Take the eyes, take the head. leave them all for dead.".
There's an animal inside of you. (Don't look in the mirror). Banish it from your mind. (The face in the mirror). Execrate the willing state. (Don't look in the mirror).
Through all seeing eyes, scrutinize the world.. Syndicate of one.. Angered by mankinds affairs.. . In his divine wisdom, he laid down the guidelines..
Through all seeing eyes, scrutinize the world.. Syndicate of one.. Angered by mankinds affairs.. In his divine wisdom, he laid down the guidelines.. Laws govering existance..
Maybe it's been just one of those days. When I've had about as much as I can take. I've tried so hard, tried so hard to be good. But the world just threw it back in my face.
Originally performed by Twisted Sister. . he spent his life. a silent sentinel. for all to fear. he walks, he talks, he thinks, he feels,. but no dare go near.
You guard your mind, your thoughts must not devour. Your soul at crux will cower. And the image is mine. Taunting you, unleash eternal time. Am I what you see ?.
I lie screaming. Remembrance of the past. Emotions betray me below. Adversity - My martyrdom. Rancid breakdown bethothed. . Memories of passion overwhelming me.
Joyride!. In my dreams the world is - dark.. For the longest time just - black.. No light until the end - fall.. Witness what is hidden.. "There are opportunities with in life...for gaining knowledge...and =.
...Oh, hear the thunder. Hear the voices. Hear the noise from hell. Demons, devils, dark spirits. From church horror tales. The hordes of dead roar....
One foot in the door, I try to resist the temptation. to yell. Lets talk this out calmly dear, I know. youre going to hell. When I hear you question me,.
By the powers vested in me. By the entity of choice. I pronounce myself dead. At 4:18 am. I am gathered here. To remember the deceased within me. . Last flames of the dying sun.
[music & words: Tuomas Saukkonen]. . I gave my speech, I took my stand. draw my marks into the sand. and waited for the tide to wash away my faults. .
Inhale. Breath inside infected air. Airborn cancer spreading everywhere. Starting to tear apart. Apart from flawless shell its in our hearts. Diseace that has been brought to a fine art.