You say, you hate to be here. But I don't mind to meet the morning. The colours range from blue to everything between the red and green. You swallow needles to feel free.
Dusty Springfield, that's a pretty name. It even sounds like a game. In a green field, hobby horses play the dusty game when it's May. . Pink and paisley skies shining in green eyes.
Down with love the flowers and rice and shoes. Down with love the root of all midnight blues. Down with things that give you that well-known pain. Take that moon wrap it in cellophane.
Do I want you?. Oh my! Do I!. Honey, deed I do!. . Do I need you?. Oh my! Do I!. Honey, deed I do!. . I'm glad that I'm the one who found you,. That's why I'm always hangin' around you.
i've seen. angels. open arms. and cast down nations until. nothings left. the stubborn heart. kills thoughtful minds. still they. hate when. evidence.
Once again the taste of death is on my lips. Images of horror reflecting in my eyes. Morbid lust arise, as I watch them die. I succumb to sadistic urges, devouring their flesh.
Frontline, dead of night. Waiting for the enemy attack. Beasts of war, feeling death. Breathing down your neck. . Sharped knives, guns prepared. Nuclear holocaust, ???? draws near.
Demonic laughter your cremation. Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood. A sudden crack as I crushed your skull. . The remind of your life flashes by.
As the dying sun sets behind the mistveiled mountains. and the shadows grow deep amidst the Aeidolon Fangs. The snowclad peaks almost hid by the cold evening fog.
Desperate cries in the hour of vengeance. Merciless the way of the world. Traumatized by the hours of chaos. No place you can run. . Seal your fate, a relentless attack.
Burn it down, it's a production of fear. Take another look, isn't it clear?. It's all sadistic, nihilistic, it's so fucking vicious. It's getting harder to feel for all the people I kill.
The world's fucked up and we lit the fuse. It's all used up, whatcha gonna do?. There's a devil in the desert, there's a devil in the TV. There's a devil in the mirror, it's fuckin' with me.
Blood trails running down the stairs. i chase the wounded one and pull her back by the hair. why i do not know how this became my life. my eyes are shut and still i know where to ram my knife.
Blood trails running down the stairs. i chase the wounded one and pull her back by the hair. why i do not know how this became my life. my eyes are shut and still i know where to ram my knife.
Take a look at it all, isn't it beautiful?. Way too much to ignore,. yeh I can't hear a warning. I don't wanna be caught. when they open the doors. Coz I don't need to belong,.
Don't ask this time, don't ask the reasons why. You started on two feet and ended on your knees. . Taking all the cues from the past. Build it into something that doesn't last.
Have it your way, we'll have the answers in a week. We'll take some measurements and work it out with the sums. Cos their way, what a way, anyhow it doesn't matter much.
Possible translations:. fucking...... I'm...... what you say...... sight look at the people...... licking in my fucking face...... around her neck.......
LIVE AND LET LIVE. THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY. YOU'RE jUST LIVING FROM YESTERDAY. PRIZED OUT WIPED OUT. THEY DON'T SEE. JUST LIKE THEY DID WITH ADAM AND EVE.