It takes a lot of men to win the war,. but it takes confidence to rest the shore.. Doesn't matter how much it hurts you.. . It takes a lot of men to win the war,.
My victim's chosen the time is right. Ritual. Death like a mist engulfs you tonight. Ritual. The purest of hate unleashed upon thee. Ritual. Most sadistic traits of inhumanity.
I'm in reverse running. Doesn't mean anything. Hurling headlong. Why would you even ask. I forgot who I am. Snakes uncoiling. . Pressed up to the glass.
I stopped and asked a strange old man who was looking to the East,. if perchance he knew the time of day.. He looked at me so suddenly and with such a fiercesome gaze,.
And Ill borrow the famous last words, the poisoned nightingales final verse, the stolen glass shards that remind us of the part when we were growing up, not growing old.
I am finally free. No one to answer to but me. All ups, no downs. All smiles, no frowns. I am finally free. . I took a stroll down. Raymur. A familiar, faulty path.
Goodnight sleep tight, my movie star. You don't know how fortunate you are. You said you had a job you didn't like. Nothin' to lose. You're running from the things that you can't fight.
We were like two birds flying so high as the clouds. We were so silly in love. But things changed, you became possessive. You're not the man I used to know.
I can wait for hours. I can watch you from behind. you can go but I will be waiting until you will come around. no one else to trust and there is nothing we can't do.
Postcards on the floor. But this pen can't write lonliness no more.. Waking up all alone. On the opposite side of the coast.. . I'm commited to insecurity and you..
Sometimes I sit and think about yesterday.... Of all those simple words that I didn't even say.. I just sit back and wonder why... (wonder why...). ...everything is just bought and sold,.
Meet me at midnight. At the broadcast tower. High above the Hollywood sign. You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio. . Everyone will come from miles around.
Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams. you embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon. thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying.
Riot! (x5). Do you find it easy to confront your emotions or do you run away?. Riot! (x3). Or do you run away?. Riot! (x4). [? ] you attack someone and punch them in the face!.
Action!. Come on! go!. It's time to live and it's time to die! (x3). It's time to live - revolution action!. What we gonna go for? what we gonna go for?.
Some feel the excitement of boredom.... Some don't.... But one day you will step outside. And you will feel the heat.... You hear the sirens of death and they sound afraid.
This number is a number that.... In england they didn't wanna play on the radio!. . Raverbashing! let's go!. Come on!. . Go! go! go! go! (x4). . Raverbashing! 1, 2, 3, 4!.
Helpless she flies through the darkness over the abyss of her lost. thoughts.. In her mind, like the eternal fight between black water masses and. unholy.
What do you feel in the blackness of night.. The coat of darkness covers your damned soul.. Fire - ready to fight.. Burning fields - moonlight.. Torchures - sparkling swords..