My world view shattered when prophecies failed. I loathe this world, it makes me sick. I am tired of eating/vomiting out the lies. Confused, beaten, crippled by this life.
Reaping the holy from their misery...forever. Harvest of hell believers weep. Total destruction of whore mankind...perish. Sign of the times hellbound unity.
Penis et circes. Dominate the weaklings. Ecstatic whippings. Iron and chains. Branding the slaves. Mastering the games. chorus: Hail Satan, master, weeping christians burn at stake.
(Cornelis Vreeswijk). Personliga Persson satt en morgon vid frukostbordet. Och lste i morgonbladet att det senaste lustmordet. Bjd p en mngd pikanta detaljer.
The room is spinning upside down. No air to make a sound. There is nothing I can do. It's searing touch upon my skin. Let's me know it will begin. I'm in its hands now.
Their censure forced the decision. Their murder forced by incision. . With furtive defiance I ended their lives. My allegiance to the scalpel has reshaped mine.
This man may have a shit load to prove. He's got to settle a score against the groove. Infinite orgasm, endless joy and pain. Like thunder to my ears, like a holy rain.
Lost all my friends pulling down my pants. Just to say hi and I'm still alive. Without a tan, tripping, naked man. Through the forest who like me has fallen.
Ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome from Los Angeles California... PUNK. . RIGHT. . Come on come on. What's your name. P.U.N.K... PUNK. . Heavy metal punk.
Well I believe in the power of love,. It give me strength to carry on. It's the only hope that keeps me alive,. When I feel I can't go on. . Out in the streets I've seen a thousand empty eyes.
Then I woke, seven whole days gone. The sunrise is perfect. Taking aim, changing colours while it burns. It made my stomach turn. It made me quite unsure.
You can see it in your life. You can feel it hold you tight. And I know just where you go. 'cause you're hiding from the light. You can't deny the fear in your mind.
I'm sucking on a 40 with friends who just adore me. Oh how they love that old English accent. They of the black persuasion, missed out of being African.
Searching for someone so long. To fill this hole in my heart. I've tried everything I could find. Nothing could set me apart. I've been searching for all my life.
Good life came callin', I fell under its spell and kept fallin'. Great night, so fittin', I sat into your lap and stayed sittin'. Oh your smile seemed willin', you hid behind your porcelain fillin'.
Keep on takin' your medication,. Lock that temper behind those pills. Your brain is fryin' insanely flyin'. Just remember it's bad to kill. . I go with a psycho, I go with a psycho.
I said Lord here's the total of what I done. Sometimes I did good, sometimes I done wrong. But I did the best I could from where I come from. And I keep on trying till my day is done.
[Intro: Immortal Technique (parole officer)]. (980505A) Yeah nigga what. (You made parole) What?. (Pack your stuff) The fuck?. (And get the fuck out of here) A-haha.
I lean my head against the glass of the chilled, cold window.. Feel of cold pulls me back to memories of the past;. I fell down on the ground, colored stones with my blood....