Hoy te voy a velar. tu piel voy a besar. . Hoy voy a alejar a los buitres. que vienen a ti. . Hoy no es un dia comun. hoy te escaparas. . Hoy no es un dia comun.
[Written by Broderick & Conklin]. . Feel so alone, lost inside, burning my heart on frozen love. Cautiously I beg for a glance, a sign I'm alive within your eyes.
[Broderick / Conklin]. . [MacBeth]. MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands. My men and I will make short work of it. . Icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . See the lights flashing bright above. Electrify the night. Sweat dripping lords of the metal kind. Blow you out of sight.
Please Mr. Minister, a word with you. Only take a minute, sir, so don't you screw. . You no fight 'gainst the rum head. You no fight 'gainst the wine head.
Winter took a lifetime. Froze my bones swallowed daylight. I wandered through the shadows. When the sun squeezed through my window. . Hear how my heart beats.
We're just here, having a good time. With this music, ghetto youts on the grind. This is our sound, our salvation. Music is me life, not just me occupation.
Hard enough sometims. Missing the last step. Bad to good reminds us. Of when we first met. In the hallway. On the rooftop. Sunset city lines. Lost and walking.
(VERSE). . You never said, that you were getting out. because you couldn't take it anymore. It's been quite some time, and I hope you're. feeling fine, I hope you're feeling fine.
It's still in the air tonight. The weeping is done. A flame from the spark is the fight. It's over and gone. . Long live your lonelyness, feel it every way.
Crash boom bang and kill the lies. sniffin clue smokin dope and gettin high. you`s been doin this for years. blood for the tears. you switched from one to some higher gears.
This might hurt. Come back to earth, come back to earth. We don't mean to drag you down. Thin air, slingshot. You always find somewhere to wander off.
She thinks I'm much too thin, she asks me if I'm sick. What's a girl to do with friends like this?. She lets me drive her car, so I can score an eighth.
Keep your eyes on the road I'm the glass passenger. And I sing for a traveling band.. Where I'll be tomorrow. Cause God only knows. It seems there's a science in hand.
Keep your eyes on the road on the Glass Passenger. He sings for a traveling band.. Well I'll be tomorrow. Is God only knows. Seems there's a science in hand.
These hammers and strings been following me around. From a box filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs. Of 1000 American towns. . And my friend calls me up,.
ich liebkose deine glitschige haut. lutsche an deinem zarten leib. ich dringe in dich ein. zerstre dich, ich spalte dich. zermantsche dich mit meiner kraft.
today was supposed to be the end of this life. surprised you're still alive can this be some kind of sign?. cannot start to suck me in. cannot be the eternal fool.
A hypocrite is one who deals in deceit, lies, and false pretenses. Insincerity is the name of the game. Doing one thing and telling others not to do it is reality for a hypocrite.