take heed and bear witness. to the truths that lie here in. for they are the last. legacy of conflict. . there is a war. that rages on even now. beyond the fields.
die Haut so bleich, so unberhrt die Lichtung. der Blick so klar in des schpfers Richtung. es ist nicht einfach die Lebzeit zu verwalten. doch um so leichter das Schicksal zu gestalten.
born as a cripple, body misfigured. tortured from continious hurts. creeping through existence. no conversation, no tender caress. only spitted upon, pushed around.
DAMNATION - of your past. Stigmatized of gone activities. Society don't forgive your faults in younger years. You hate the state. Political activities aren't important for you.
Tonight the reaper mows for me. In the grip of suicide. Cold steel rests upon my flesh. Running red drips from the blade. My time is drawing near. Salvation comes so swiftly.
I am He, the carnal beast,. Eternal fire now unleashed.. My mother was the devil's whore,. Mortal man opened the door.. . (chorus). Diabolos. Diabolos.
Up there by the Lonesome Pine is where you will find. Two stories of abandonment and somethin bad inside. Outside by the window it reads "stay out or die".
It was a late summer evening. of flowered simplicity.. Two lovers walked down a path. bound by their mutual anxiety.. . The breeze was warm and it passed with no threat.
We're gonna do it again. We're gonna do it again. . You know I can't say it for certain. Don't hold me to promises that I never made. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?.
My soul is hurting and I know I cause my own disgrace. My eyes are blurring and I strain to see beyond this place. And you know all too well that I don't know what to do.
Tempting life. Won't come and beg for the last time. It's already ours we just came here to claim it. And we are not paying a dime. In the street you'll find us.
You kissed me on my cheek goodbye. But I didn't mean. Crazy it may seem. But to me you were never ever unclean. I know you know I am but even if it's slow.
New York City soothing. My itchy itchy month of May. Time has passed for Ms. Onassis. Decay on display. . I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down.
His feet are dirty. And his face, his face is long. And while he's peeking out. Through his hair, he hides the pain. Till that Lennon song comes along.
You're fooling no one but yourself. You finally made it to your own hell. It took the bottom to shake your will. You forgot to love and forgot to feel.
Grab my knee and look at me. And try to tell me, I'll be home soon. Asleep in my bed and unstoned. I'm tired of me this way. . I don't know what I've gotten into.
Come now, listen babe. I gotta reason why I behave. Like a child with a light in eyes. Runnin' naked on a cold and winter night. . I am like a pigeon that is spreadin'.
I wanna live like James Dean. I wanna die a superstar. I wanna ride like Christine. I wanna drive the devil's car. I wanna live like James Dean. I wanna die a superstar.
You were always seconds from fame. Like a burning sunset you were breathe taking. Stunning and your engine burnt clean. A riot of curves, a perfect reality.
In your eyes. Do I look empty?. Can you see inside my lies?. Do you talk about the way that I behave?. How I'm digging my own grave?. It's not alright.