We are the pretty people. We are the pretty people. . I cannot help it that I'm so good looking. I cannot help it that I have the perfect body. Yes everywhere I go I get all the attention.
Dieting waiting choor k ,oye tongue taste naal joor k. Zayaka farmaiyai, ajji saadi gali aaiyai. Saadi gali aaiyai, Saadi gali aaiyai. Lazzat di chaiyaidi ,jo tawanu kaarigari.
He was a young boy in school. all the kids played him a fool. a quiet boy, no friends at all. he tried to fit but still felt small. . Fucked up family-nowhere to turn.
You pick out some friends and to them you'll cling. Then you wait and see who next week will bring. You choose your friends wisely to take you to the top.
We sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks with what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. What they sold there was milk, plus something else. They had no licence for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels And Saints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg..
don't you think that we were beautiful?. don't you think that I'm your friend?. ill be the first one to tell you a lie. . wait until i know who you are.
I'm so perfect you say. I'm so special, no one can compare. How can you see all these things in me?. I can't believe you. . I'm looking in my funhouse mirror.
And I'm anxious at the farm,. a-standing in the field,. surrounded.. And I'm nervous when you don't talk.. Can't tell what you're thinking.. And it's then when I assume..
(M. Detroit). Prima Donna. What gives you the right. Never mind the twenty years success. It's always overnight. You're a first class. Prima Donna. A first class.
(Broomhead). The blind led you to the mainline. You already knew the way. You were chased there by the dragon. You knew you'd have to stay. Dying for the end.
(Broomhead). Singing of death, singing of hate. Singing of demons and ghosts. Twisting their minds, taking their souls. Digging their graves with your boasts.
I knew this time would come, replacing me,. and in my place your side of me.. Pass me the script.. Something I might say.. I won't get this right but I'll try again..
you can't find it, but i know you will, it hurts me & kills me to feel your hell. you find comfort that you'd like to share you find you're not. alone and now you like it here, i never thought I'd see today,.
In the perfect dark, a botticellian angel exists. The elusive partner puts her key in my hand. A fairly simple gesture, shrouded in evil. As she distorts, it becomes easy to understand.
So you're suffering. I know it hurts a lot if it's the first time.. Whenever I begin, make sure to keep my empathy inside.. The harder that it gets, the more the company will do you all in..
There's no rules here. I been making stuff up from the beginning. How I feel today, is it the price I've paid?. For all my sinning. . Just a lonely boy.
[Warslut/Skullfucker]. . Oh to see our death as majesty. To look beyond our mortal tragedy. Set adrift on seas of infinity. Oh to see the terror of eternity....
The darkest words, the darkest thoughts. You left me now. I'm so lost. How can this pain be taken away?. How can this be in your own name?. I swear even the dead want you alive.
look down at the road that you walk. covered with the marks that you left on it. the path is always the same. covered with the blood that you lost. . pick up the pieces.
Said no. whats your name. wont let this return again. I said no. whats your name. wont let this return again. . leaving it out. leave it alone. x2. . cause your trailing.