Why don't you get a life and grow up. Why don't you realize that you're fucked up. Why criticize what you don't understand. Why change my words, you're so afraid.
Why don't you get a life and grow up. Why don't you realize that you're fucked up. Why criticize what you don't understand. Why change my words, you're so afraid.
Never say no. To the yes man. You're beginning the question. Forget what your know. . You can't say no.... . When they call your name. How low will you go?.
I follow the steps i see in front of me. they are deep and well-defined. they show an undefined but straight path. what has gone through me will never return.
You Are Blind. Deny The Sun And Light. Who's Are The Objections. From Where Come The Doubts?. . Procreation Of The Wicked. Procreation Of The Wicked. .
dizem que ela existe pra ajudar. dizem que ela existe pra proteger. eu sei que ela pode te parar. eu sei que ela pode te prender/te fuder. . policia para que precisa.
So You Want A Nation?. Your Very Own Nation. Push The Machine Aside. Many Have Tried. . We Have Always Been There. We Will Always Be There. Making Sure You Need Us.
Slicing Jaws A Way Of Life. Brought Up To Waste Mankind. Loki's Pets His Little Children. Deadly Every Time. . Trapped In Swamps By Gates Of Hell. . Don't Ever: Let Them Out.
alright. we'd like to thank everybody for coming out here tonight. you know, we have a little story I want to tell here. about how my day went. started off with some complications.
The blame I took it. The shame Ive passed. The choice to leave another life unchanged. Expanding world. Its a disease. They forced their peace into my veins and brain.
What happened to me?. Felt like I had everything. Such a big catastrophe, but I had to deal with the struggle. It all began passing life so easily. Ready for almost anything, but it took a different direction.
Gots no milli vanill in me, sincerity constantly, no prefabri-. Cation, prefabrication! the words live free. question the. Intentions of this alternative generation, and do we even.
Go. . I'm still there. I'm still there so you think you're familiar with me, well, I passed long before you looked in these eyes, went on, vanished, left this temple young on a crowded bedside, piercing voices, high screams through a stained yellow wall, long before you spoke words to me I departed on perpetual nightfall.
Twelve was the age that set me off with the "graff" style.. While zapp bumping, gang banging was hype with the juvinile.. Graff grabbed my mind which led to expression and thought..
Play Big. . I heard Bush was a drug dealer movin' them ki's to the platforms of offshore oil, black op's to pay off programs of manipulation and political assassinations, tons of opium to income puppet elections in central american soil, top government administration official run them narcotic for you.
The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone. The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold. I know the method, lips drawn wide to turn and sway.
Heralds of Pestilence. Blackest Plague Rusheth through the Land. Burning Evil Winds. Carry Sickness. Invoking the Bitter Venom of the Gods. . Loathsome Sickening Stench of the Defiled.
You arrived to valley. of Endless black memories. Bloodlust starts. You notice the smell of death. Time may end, serenade will start. . Procession of Black Doom.
I looked thru misty eyes of future. Warped truth of plastic culture. Sublime thoughts barred into black concrete. Technical suicide tragicomic it will be.
From the distant lakes to a gloomy dream. Friends of cosmos dive into the sea of worlds. Last ray of sunlight disappears and ritual begins. . Shadows of the arctic mountain surrounds primitive people.