Do your feet burn? From walking on those bridges that you've burned. Fake disguise, it's really no surprise. I can't make this deal with the devil because I know.
count by the stars tonight.. as we burn out bright,. from day to night.. make believe it's the first time,. do you read me loud and clear?. clear, clear....
in need of proper use of a razor. not trusting of traffic lights. or stop signs. and i'm hoping this wood and wire can fufill my desire...my desire. .
A kiedy mwisz do rzeki ona sucha i wie. po co jest, czego chce, nie pomyli si. kiedy mwisz do rzeki peno marze w niej jest. tylko jedno z miliona dopynie gdzie chcesz.
Rano kawa budzi mnie. Woda zmywa pikny sen. Dzie dopiero rodzi si. Razem z nim prawdziwy sen. . Gdzie po pnocy ogie zgas. A ciao jeszcze chciao pi. Pocaowaem obraz jej.
Our God is risen and reigning. And were elevating the glory of our God and King. So everybody rise & sing.. . If you're alive and you've been redeemed.
This is a world of shit. Nothing can be so perfect. Writhing in oceans of waste. I died just for the taste. For the taste, for the taste. . One more thing before you leave this.
Consumed with memories. That preceded today. Given a chance to bereave. Life is slipping away. . Suffered through tragedy. Of my slow decay. Deceptive tendencies.
Huh!. There is no love. No love. Huh!. . I am a duplication, innocently. I was conceived so violently. There was no love. There was no love for me. There was only hatred.
Desensitized by the values of life. Maligned and despaired by government lies. . Revenge, so strong, taste it, on my tongue. My gun, will be your angel of mercy.
Desensitized by the values of life. Maligned and despaired by government lies. . Revenge, so strong, taste it, on my tongue. My gun, will be your angel of mercy.
Remove all the damage. Material debris. Remove scar tissue. Decayed and diseased. Establish a connection. Matter to the mind. My self replication. Run for your life.
The conscious man is dead. And I buried him. Beneath this scarred tissue. Armored skeleton. . The machine is now alive. Desensitized with open eyes. Powered by an angry mind.
I have become their target for revenge. Knocked down, and transform my hatred within. Dependence brings subservience. Losing sight enslaved obedience.
The gun in his hands he starts to run. His head is empty, survival of the fittest. But then the pictures reach his brain. He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself.
We all come together in order to sustain this erratic scene. Defying all the trends and mainstream shit we're supposed to be. Never giving in to the demands of society's regulations.
She. calls out. to. you. From behind. sin's. doorway. Her 13 years have left her so calloused so diseased.... Oh. still. she's. begging. you. Like you wish your daughter would....