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This Place Is Death
You arrived. In my dream. Beside me every night. You and me. . We explode. Through the scene. We try to drain the night. Empty. . No one goes off in every way.
Tantalised In This Labyrinth
[Music and lyrics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS]. . As in a cellar;. I look upon four dark walls.. While the sun smiles to others, but me.. Waterdrops penetrate the ceiling;.
The Sweetest Perfection
The sweetest perfection, to call my own. The slightest correction, couldn't finely hone. The sweetest infection of body and mind. Sweetest injection of any kind.
The Chauffeur
Out on the tar plains the glides are moving. All looking for a new place to drive. You sit beside me so newly charming. Sweating dew drops glisten fresh in your side.
The Boy's Republic
Blue star. Shine your light down. On everyone 'cause. I don't care. They're soothing me. There, now. . Blue star. Shine your light down. Pierce 'fore my veins.
Tempest
Take out the stories. They've put into your mind. And brace for the glory. As you stare into the sky. . The sky beneath. I know you can't be tired. Lay there.
Teething
First you smile at Lord, I found you first. Liquefied inside you, but it hurts if I even see you. Make you smile, I look over and cry, I get by. . But that's to bad you get stuck with all alone.
Teenager
I climbed your arms. Then you pulled away. A new cavity moved into. My heart today. . The more she sings. The more it seems. Now I'm. Now I'm through.
Turn Around And Run
Hesitation is no alternative, there's no time to think,. I just take the first bus to escape...from out of here. I don't wanna talk to this stupid people in this boring city.
Time Is Ticking Away
I gotta do something that's what they say. Because time is ticking away. I gotta get a job and work 8 hours a day. Because time is ticking away. I gotta quit my school and become a famous DJ.
Toes Before Hoes
Today. I start a new page. Today I start the rest of my life. Dont try to hold me down. Today Im free. . Fuck what you thought of me. Picture perfect portrait in the mirror.
The Game
We be's hard to the core, sleepin' on the floor. Step on stage, the fly girls adore. With the wicked rhymes that you never heard before. The lyrical lexicon, matador's metaphor.
Too Close To Being Over
sometimes it feels to close to being over. and i want to get rvenge before it is to late. revenge on every coward fucking pig. antagonizing, victimizing protectors of the state.
The Killing Floor
[Music: Adams / Harrington / Esquivel]. [Lyrics: Esquivel]. . They're mislead by authority. And they're guinea pigs with. dignity. With everlasting memories.
The Chosen
[Music: Adams / Harrington / Kaufmann]. [Lyrics: Esquivel]. . Into optic illusions. Try to foresee what is to be. made&Chosen I may be the one. Chosen I just might be the one to.
The Resurrectionists
'Cause we'll defy the maker. To make our own survive. 'Cause we're the tainted ones. But we are the saviours of you all. Dig up the corpses. Let the blood run free.
Turn It On
I got a runaway train running through my veins (comes over). Got another one in my bed and you don't know her. I can't explain the scratches on my back (all over).
The Ill Disposed
The howl of her broken throat. Now with new blood, this earth to soak. Discard with no remorse. Makeshift land filled with tiny bones. Hand-outs for all the true unknowns.
Throw It All Away
This feeling's back today. It's so deceiving, like it's never leaving. Same as yesterday. As the pressure's mounting, I continue counting. . Why can't I drive this image from my mind?.
The Way We Were
We've fallen out of grace again. Could be the beginning of the end. We stuck by and watched the other walk away. Could not stay, I can't believe we'd give up so easy.
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