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).
As the new millenium closes in. Take a look what's going on. Carriers of the plague on earth's every corner. The disease is spreading again. I remember the better times.
Fuck you please, then some more. Hardened beyond believe. All these years have taught us well. There's no compassion at all. . We detest you and your world.
Welcome to your Hell. Where all fears are reality. Paranoia strikes hard. Harder, beyond your wildest dreams. . Halo of Flies Over my Head. I am decaying Satan's Wrath.
One night I fell. Rolled over, caught some good air home. Above a deep, ferocious hillside. Hell and malfunction. We know, need, feel, want. We'll grow it in our mind's sun.
[Immortal Technique]. Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would never live. Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did. I got bullets that'll rip through yo' ribs.
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Riding down the mountain of my own emotion,. everything feels so unreal.... All my thoughts destructive isolation active,. amounts of anquish unseen....
Halos never hang. from the heads. of all these sinners and. cynical as I am. I was never quite beginning to change. and all you want. is to claim you are a victim.
Yes, I am trying to figure it out. You must have some special powers alright. No, I'm not sure how you're working things out. You must have some special powers alright.
They can take me anywhere I want. I put my headphones on. I put my headphones on. . I can walk around and sing along. I put my headphones on. I put my headphones on.
Nah nah honey, I'm good. I could have another but I probably should not. I've got somebody at home. . [Verse 1:]. It's been a long night here, and a long night there.