I wanna fire a gun - show me. I wanna be unseen - show me. A deep disguise. A deep disguise. . Five years of nothing good. Still screaming. Shout this secrets out.
Call me romantic. But I'm frantically fucked up. I had a picture. Sentimentally flawed. Pretty hard to ignore. . In my soul. You killed my soul. Soul.
Sky walker, sky designer. Expand your telescopic mind. Neon moon your guider. Across deserts of astral sand. . Two laughing planets where faces glow. Let the darkness fall behind you.
Not long ago in my high school days. I watched a girl from so far away. And everytime she passed me by. I turned my head away and quietly sighed.. And when she walked by her hair would dance,.
not long ago in my high school days i watched a girl from so far away but. everytime she passed me by i turned my head away and quietly sighed. and when.
It was the summer of '95. (So what?). In the backyard. Shaving the old plies. Feeling so strong. (Strong). Something went wrong. (Wrong). Straight into my finger.
Ooh sha la la la. Ooh sha la la la. . Tedium is overcome. From obscurity, through melody. And when I'm blind it helps me. See through your key. No one can touch, no need to rush.
Kuolon tiell kulkevalle kaikki kaunis katoaa. Yn varjot raiskaavat pivnvalon taivas plle putoaa. Vlhdys on elmmme, aika tiet kuolemaa. Se hiljaa hiipii, voimat ker, taudit kylv, tuhoaa.
Through the damned halls of frozen north. I ride with silver dragons of Drakal. to make despair and spread sorrow. `cause then my dark kingdom will come..
Sun descents under the horizon. Here starts the time for darken. Time we're calling as Kaamos. Dark as deepest black. . Warrior of the enlighten soul.
PunkRock.. This Is A Anti-Hippie Song! We Dont Like Hippies!. . Punk has gone through changes. From spiky hair to long. Now anyone can say. They're into fucking punk.
punk has gone through changes. the tribes all get along. from working class to politics. destruction for us all. . Chorus. KILL A NAZI. KILL A BONEHEAD.
Bright headlines used as a calming injection. In the mirror of lies I see the reflection. Of buried thoughts and stolen freedom. The absorbed struggle of the human race.
Intro. . Verse 1 (Janeosa). . Ho una strofa populista sempre pronta all'occorrenza. indignazione popolare, buttaci su della benza. Fai anche tu come il Berlusca i dati dicono che rende.
Intro. . Verse 1 (Alex Antonov). . Porta Nuova, Stazione di Torino. molto più che semplice cintura di Torino. Moncalieri, Nichelino, troppo stilo. molto più che semplice cintura.
He wants to own your heart. He already owns your soul. No matter what you do. He's always in control. And when he calls your name you have to follow. Like moths into a flame, no fear or sorrow will fall upon you.
When it's been that kind of day baby. When everything is not what it should be. Everybody's had their say. Let's just say today is history. . And keep keeping the faith.