swallowing an ocean of absence. soaking in the tortured admissions and passionate denials. the absent friends and enemies, the manufactured threats. the crushing weight of memories are all that I have left.
Your popularity contest veiled as a revolution. wallow in misery, suffer your celebrity. hold your status above me. hold it high above me. wallow in your misery, suffer your celebrity.
Where will you go when days grow. Short and winds grow cold and green leaves are shaken?. . There was a road as once I saw. Wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws.
I question the sin. systemized beliefs organized. identity in honor in fear. at the mercy so we worship. the lies are not the host. Stockholm syndrome, passed down, let down.
Stormy day, platinum status, 2001. Gon' make you dance, come on. Gon' make you dance, come on. Gon' make you dance, come on. . I ain't lookin' at your girlfriend.
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide. Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride. Till I get to the bottom and I see you again..
Einst stand ein Brunnen mal vor dem Tor. und vor der kaserne, bei dieser Laterne. standen die holden Mägdlein davor. und träumten von der Liebelei. doch mit früher ist heute vorbei.
Heute steh ich wieder malvor dem Schaufenster und sehe,eine ungeheure Auswahl. denk an früher und ich gehe. nicht hinein um das zu kaufen,was zur Zeit in Mode ist,möchte nicht mehr so rumlaufen,wie ein Karnevalist..
Irgendwo da drüben, ziemlich weit nach Osten. schon fast in der Taiga, auf verlornem Posten. hälst du die Stellung, mitten in der DDR, .... . Im goldnen Westen denkt man selten an dich.
Jeden Tag hab ich mich neu geboren,. jeden Tag rutsch ich aus mir heraus,. ich habe mich auf meinem Weg gefunden,. und dich unterwegs dabei verloren..
Ich habe mir so oft gewünscht,. daß wir schon weiter sind.. Daß wir uns gegenseitig lassen,. schwache Seiten nicht nur hassen,. ohne Ängste widersprechen,.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles. Will be out of sight. . Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
Held on to yesterday so hard. Can't keep the promise of tomorrow. . Hey, you kids!. Turn up the stereo. Can't catch this on the radio. Mad kids. Rock solid audio.
I was a young boy when I heard the music call. staring at the concert stage my spirit craved it all. blinded by the spotlight, seduction rules the game.
I see you standing in your garden full of stone. wrapped around your heart so you will never be alone. can't you see I want to give you all you need. don't you know by now.
Who need rock to use? I've got water balloons. Pick a sport overhead and drop them on your fucking head!. Harbinger of Death!!!. I'll start a car crash! With these rocks I'll smash.
We corner the christian pigs. Attack with full force. Their cries for help are useless. Because we already killed their god. . [Cho:] Humble fuck of death - Brings forth damnation.
There is a limit, of how much I can take. And swallow all their fucking shite. Then I built a shelter, to protect my thoughts. 'cause it is all against me.
When you have painted yourself in the corner. You wish you were a spider so you could escape. No matter how hard you try to ignore. It still has that iron grip around your neck.
(The true worshipper obeys Lucifer). Ipamis mad, ipamis Jesuz, ipamis mad, ipamis Jesuz. Amma mad, amma Jesuz, amma mad, amma Jesuz. (cunt, fuck, kill, die).