Mad, mutually assured destruction. Mad, killed by inner combustion. Mad, death throughout the nation. Mad, total annihilation. . Both Russia and the U.S.
ONCE I WAS SENT TO BRING BACK YOUR BREED TO THE LORD. THE LOSS OF YOUR SELFESTEEM IS BEYOND REDEMPTION. YOUR HOLLOW - YOUR WEACK - NOW I`M HERE YOUR MESSIAH.
[Music: Mark Kelson and Chris Burton]. [Lyrics: Mark Kelson]. . My hunger for you grows inside me. like an eternal fire burning inside my soul. I long to taste your flesh.
studies in time ond motion. . .. strategic haloween.. a movement to the left. . .. a movement to right in a glossy colour magazine.. and when we find a way to be true - money talks louder and louder.
a nation of millions. of lost little sheep. the mass effects so many. who believe all they see. the media's children. the people of sleep. taught to rest in peace.
A volunteer in his nations struggle. Another soldier in the G.P.O.. The rising failed - our leaders captured. The English grip would not let go. But Michael would return to lead us.
you've made me empty promises,. the ones you cannot keep. you tried to take us to the top,. but dropped us on our feet. at the time that i had met you first,.
You complain of breathing. You can't wait to die. You just wait, just wait. Just wait to suffocate. . You complain of breathing. You can't wait to die.
I shut my mouth. To lend an ear. Then threw a stone. To break the silence. . More than 4. Less than 5. Minutes left to fix your alibis. Stronger is only fear.
Countdown to zero, ignition. Warning. Rising in smoke, glowing fire. . Thrusting into the sky of the morning. Warning. All system down. . Mayday. Mayday.
The pain lingers on beyond these castle walls. The red death is taking them all. While the king and his court dance the night away at the masquerade. The hour of midnight grows near.
Honesty is dealt a fatal blow. Mislead by governments false conduct. Trapped in confusion. Open your eyes, and see the truth. False authorization. Mistaken for standards with false appeal.
[Instrumental]. . [Music: Arranged by J. Drenning, J. Lords]. [Originally written and recorded by: Enya]. . ["It is not the critic who counts, nor the one who points out how the strong person stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to those who are actually in the arena; whose faces are marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strive valiantly; who err and come up short again and again; who know the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, and spend themselves in a worthy cause, who at the best know in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who are at the worst, if failing, at least fail while daring greatly; so that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." - Theodore Roosevelt].
I can make you love me, I can make you want me. I will take you, make you need me. I'll tell ya that I love you. Tell you that I really need you. I got what it takes to break your heart.
In these days of increased learning. Liberal scholars lead the pack. Converting and diluting. Is their cancerous attack. Malignant... malignant. Holding positions of power.
Who put an end to all the beauty...?. The splendour of the days gone by.... It's mild and steady glow that lit up the gloomy loneliness..?. . What could turn all the warm and true happiness.