I Love Bugs

I love bugs. I love bugs. . I wish I was kinda small. So I could be like the bugs crawling up the wall. I could live in the dirt, make a mud palace. Chillin' in the garden, eatin' all the salad.

Inflow (thought From Outside)

[Music: Yattering, Lyrics: Svierszcz]. . You seek, you revolve. You roam roads. Inflow. (Thought from outside). You find orders by yourself. You suffer, 'cause you have dreams.

Intro (laws Of The Third Apocalypse)

Intro (faces Reversed)

Intermezzo Ii

Intermezzo II. [Instrumental].

Intermezzo I

Into The Light

Ilarie (español)

Es la hora... es la hora. Es la hora de jugar. Brinca, brinca, palma, palma. Y danzando sin parar. . Un saltito para el frente. Y un pasito para atrás.

Ilariê

Tá na hora tá na hora. Tá na hora de brincar. Pula pula bole bole. Se embolando sem parar. . Dá um pulo vai pra frente. De peixinho vai pra trás. Quem quiser brincar com a gente.

Interloper

X-Cops patrol your streets tonight. and we will judge what's wrong or right. . And if you interfere. With what we're doing here. It's your unlucky day.

I Will Crumble

If you want to sleep, I'll pull a shade. If you should vanish, I'm sure to fade. If you should smolder, I'll breath in your smoke. If you should laugh, I'll smile and pretend that I made the joke.

I Monster

Sit and watch the rain. as you allocate your pain. . Your days are all the same, melancholy be thy name.. . Stand before your god. naked like you'd want.

(i'll Take My Gun To The...) Knife Fight

I am vibration. like the sun.. The Earth. the moon. the chosen one. Until a thousand. wars are won.. Our battles rage. til we are done. . An inclination.

Into The Arms Of Cruelty

There's no real way to make the best of the worst. We are sentenced at birth onto a prison we still call the Earth. The pre-adolescent mind records. And stores all that they see, feel, and hear.

I Can't Stand His Name

Maybe a work of fiction. And the friction that it's caused is sickening. The devil's dog and the evidence has no one thinking. A celebrity perhaps, at worst a novelty.

Instrumental

I And I

Another night. Another fright. Another passion the words in my mind. The eyes becoming wild. . Flesh and blood...bloody bones. At night outside. I can't control it.

...in The Garden

Long ago died silent lips. Ghosts of lovely words, tears. of a never-ending hollow-life. Jewels of the deadly Nights. . Memories have been lost in time.

Injection

Injection. . Abused by perfection, choked on expected ideals. A new world, a new disorder, through the boundries we'll walk. Devastated!. . Fall down to gain perspective, to see the light.

Intro (horror Cd)

(Rmer 3: 10-18; Offenbarung 14: 7). There is no one righteous, not even one; no one seeks God.. Their throats are open graves; their tongues practice deceit..