You know they told me somethin' 'bout. They're talkin' 'bout me, oh really I don't mind. They try to stop and block my progress all of the time. . Well, all the mean things you said don't make me feel bad.
Trouble got a hold of me. Dont you see. Its found its home its set in stone. Its lit up on the marquee. Some how things havent always been like this. My demons came back.
In this world. Theres a space thats growing further every day. Where palace walls blockdesperate calls. And plant the seed of such dismay. Its the fire that fuels the mobs.
Coming right down. Coming right down the line. The pistons fire away. But theyre never in time. The consequences. Lye at every bend. The end, the end, the end.
Man tut dies und das um Kohle zu verdienen. Und trifft den und den um weiterzukommen. Man sucht sich selbst inmitten von Terminen. Aber so und so oft ist was dazwischen gekommen.
Just thought I'd let you know, party's over.. There's no more furniture to break.. Glasses left, the smell.. Children stare into the window.. They all have pretty hair..
Handcuffed and gagged, bled until dizzy. Consumed with fatigue. Acquired from years of crawling. Closer to the edge of the abyss. Only to be kicked in the knees.
A fire sparks inside after a drought was declared. ashes once dormant react and ignite. chain reaction follows, reaction follows. distraction on distraction, no tears will flow tonight.
Pressure to succeed, pressure. Pressure to succeed, depression. . Pressures to assimilate, pressure to conform. Pressures that begin at nine and never end at five.
The skin hangs from bodies that tried to run from a blinding flash. The children have no mouths with which to speak, were they ever alive?. . An empty shell now stands where yesterday a hospital stood, medicating the sick with more sickness?.
This is the end of the last days of mourning. One more sad song will be sung. The only children of the lost generation. Are restless and angry and armed.
I know of a heaven, and damn sure. I know of a Hell. If you could take a look into this fighter's mind. The things you'd see. What would you think? How would you feel?.
Originally performed by Iron Maiden. You'll take my life but I'll take yours too. You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through. So when you're waiting for the next attack.
At the primitive times. when the earth was born. Generations came and went. lived in ignorance. . Somewhere in the Darkness of Time. lies open the ultimate fate of life.
(music: Tenkula & SENTENCED, words: Jarwa). .hear the sounds of Thunder. feel it come in all its pride.. - and it's all yours!. this tension, this pressure....