When I won your love, I was very glad. Every happiness in the world belonged to me. Then our love was lost and you went away. Now I shed my tears in lonely misery.
Gary Kellgren: He is working the controls because all he does is love to turn knobs . . . They think it is the way they can create . . . I wonder what everyone else is whispering about . . ..
No one to turn to, no one to hold. My body misses your presence, come take full control. Come touch my lips, and let me kiss your fingertips. I wanna feel you inside of me, come and explode.
Commotion in background. . Layzie Bone/Scant:. . We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, always. Straight from the heart. Hey, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Help I'm a rock, help I'm a rock, help I'm a rock!. Ahahahahahahaaa. Help I'm a rock, help I'm a rock, help I'm a rock!. Somebody, please, please!. Help I'm a rock, help I'm a rock....
I'm gonna tell you the way it is. And I'm not gonna be kind or easy. Your whole attitude stinks, I say. And the life you lead is completely empty. . You paint your head.
Break me down, to the end, and push me past the border. And who is there to blame, in the end it's all the same. We will we return, it's a game, we know the rules and brake them.
( intro ). . Messed up in the past. Poured a glass. Just so my pain wouldnt last. Just tryna fix shit that wasnt broke. Without a cast. Do I fast or drink from a flask.
Quisiera poder llorar aunque fuera una vez mas. el sueo a quedado atras de algo que muere lento. me voy a desintegrar mi cuerpo y llegar a ti. las cien noches sin dormir mis ojos se van al cielo.
Chainsaw wielding maniac. Beheads victim with an axe. Grisly project will now start. Hunt for the remaining parts. Torso severed from the dead. Connecting the severed head.
Brutal man beasts. Crossbred species. Faces of horror. Commence the gore. Claws off noses. Pops out eyeballs. Peeling back scalps. Breaking bodies. . Animal lust.
Enter Through The Door. Maggots Line The Floor. Heads Hang On The Wall. Blood Runs Down The Hall. . Decayed Flesh. Putrid Stench. Rotting Death. Skinless Corpse.
Box of terror. Pain or pleasure. Onep the door. Death and torture. . Minions of Hell. Enter the world. Torment begins. Hooks tear the skin. . Ripping the flesh.
Isolated house of death. Cannibals rip the flesh. Bodies hang from meathooks. Human flesh peeled and cooked. Tables made of human bones. Rotting bodies fill their home.
sometimes i dont know what i want. i just know i cant handle this. but i cant stand that i'm not enough for you. and other guys have to help fill my shoes.
My heart is still broken. Forever my soul is frozen. Still watching the rain to fall. Forever standing in the cold all alone. . I'll stay here to the end.
22 years and my life is still,. Take a look around you mister I swear you'll have your fill,. And I'll tell you a tale about heartache and the loss of faith,.