take this, you know what i want. you take what you need. i'll give whatever it takes to get you off. you live with no direction. the chains that hold you to the life.
This was one of my first attempts at writing a song. It was meant to go with the instrumental track I posted of the same name. I didn't like the way it sounded with my vocals so I scrapped it. I had not ever added vocals to a song at that point..
money talks to me, are you listening to?. it tells me who to be and it comfort me. when nothing`s true. . failing away, it chokes yu! it chokes me!. .
Time to end the suffering. I cannot stand the pain. I don't care who it hurts. Because life just isn't worth it. Mirrored in my eyes. The agony of my life.
want to be a solder, i just want to fight. i want to be panished, 'cause guilt's. everything i bleed. i look into your eyes. i look into your soul. i look into the mirror.
Madness my friend. Play my next note. It seems youve waited for long. To carry on. Madness old pal. Keep the shadows from me. And taste the chaos in my mind.
,,lch erzhle euch von Wundern und ber das Staunen.". . Maravillosos et piadosos et mui fremosos miragres faz. Santa Maria, a que nos guia. ben noit' e dia et nos d paz..
,,Im Moor liegt eine Frau seit sieben Tagen,. was war ihre Speise, was war ihr Getrnk?. Die Blumen, das Quellwasser. Wo war ihre Wohnung?. Bei den Lilien und den Rosen".
These words are like paper ships. On the river of your attention. Sent to reach your ocean. And sink into its depths. . Its water may help to unfold them.
the sun is shining. it could be a wonderful day. the children play outside. while the birds sing in the sky. . a warm breeze moves the grass. and small feet squeeze it.
What I see is always the same. Nothing new in my eyes. No one to blame. What I feel is always the same. Nothing new in my mind. For my brain just the same.
a rotting smell all over the park. jesus is dead sky is like an ark. there are wars all over the world. millions of dead men. you just get gripes. from all these lies.
We're the children of the first-world. A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine. We think in circles directed by TV. We obey to numbers they tell us how to be.
A town - cold and dark,. nothing is real,. what do you feel,. you wanted to live forever,. and now you got it,. nightmares, agression and death.. you got what you deserved - moneyman,.
Dies ist mehr, mehr als ein wort. Ein wort ist mehr als buchstaben. Dies ist mehr, mehr als musik. Musik ist mehr als ihre tne. . Dies ist mehr, mehr als ein bild.
Die Dunkelheit umschlingt das Licht breitet sich aus denn ein Tag zerbricht. in den Nebeln der Vergangenheit entsteht ein Krampf der alle Sinne betubt.
Hei - liegt die Welt unter dem Himmel begraben. die Hitze - rafft sie dahin an einsamen Tagen. Staub - deckt alles zu kein Laut ist hier zu vernehmen.
Einst hat die Maschine uns Hilfe geschenkt. nur hat sie letztendlich den Menschen verdrngt. Erst gab sie uns Arbeit brachte uns ganz nach vorn. nun nimmt sie sie wieder erregt unseren Zorn.
Inside your pretending. Crimes have been swept aside. Somewhere where they can forget. . Divine upper reaches. Still holding on. This ocean will not be grasped.