Into the riot!. It was me, trapped in my underground world.. It was my men, attacking me with enormity and dirt.. Into the corridors I follow.... In the pathways I'm killing everythig in my way..
I'm kinda rusted, everyone's noticed. Salty and edgy, it's not my fault. I wear a costume to make up for broken. I wear a ribbon for the problems I've solved.
Another time, another place and I'll say it to your face. I'll have you know this is my life. I'll let you know that I won't cry, I won't even waste my time.
(Steve Whiteman, Terry Miller). Your silky black hair and pearly white skin. Without a word I hear you call again. You tempt and tease me with your vampire kin.
I can't believe the news today. Oh, I can't close my eyes. And make it go away. How long.... How long must we sing this song. How long, how long.... 'cause tonight...we can be as one.
let's leave reality. enter the metaverse. creating an avatar. for your new life. . get connected. come on in. join the death match. play the game. . don't trust an avatar.
Shadows in the whirling rain. a young man knees on the street. his executioners in front of him. . bullets bounce along the walls. a last attempt of dispair.
Well if it takes another look. Will you stay and watch us?. And when they ask to cover up. Another perfect accident. The mud gets on their boots. When the trouble will be made.
Our shields are all down. Nothing can hold them back. An overwhelming force came for just one reason. . They came with a thousand ships. And soldiers by the million.
When there's a rub we can talk for a while. But I have sweet nothings to say. You don't need me anyway, you don't need me anyway. So why? Why should I stay?.
Every morning I wake up. With a new identity. With some new memories. Of my former life. . All the thoughts I ever had. All the memories I can recite.
Well you say, "It's not goin' to work out". Ahh why do you, why do you tell me now?. Is there a difference in anything you've said and done?. Or is it just the way we've been pretending?.
A dream finally came true. To wear this special uniform. To join in their company. The best of the best. . Always been a believer. In your own capacity.
You are bleak. You are beautiful. No matter what they say. . In this light. Tired childish games. Swept us all away. . Singing it out. Singing it out for all of us.
they all emerged one by one. hoping for feedom but there is none. see the men in uniform. they send you out to fight the storm. . look up in the charcoal sky.
You start working with the same device. The narrative is breaking down again. You're standing down the same old asking price. The cards are drawn, the fire's getting warm.
Shaven cunts fuck much more horny. I know this for quite a while. so the juices run in torments. and not only bloody sperm. . So fuck until the cunts are steaming.
Waltzing, daydream serenade. And preaching God and country, like lines on a telegraph. Seems like we all want to be. So very different but nothing changes.