Ach wie goldig, das Kaetzchen im Garten.. Schoen, wenn Huendchen auf dich warten.. Das suesse Meerschwein und deinen Baer'n,. Die hab' ich alle zum Fressen gern..
yall niggaz is lame. i spit faster than a AK47. im your eminem. nigga you a grenade without flames. i just killed yall niggaz before you got major pains.
Copyright: Colvin 09. The Growing Unknown. . Respect is something that you earn, funny how hate is too. Bridges collapse, crumble and burn, funny how you will too.
"The Fruits Of Ill Virtue". Some people make a habit of sucking livelihood out of their fellow humans.. Everything they have is a profit gained at the expense of their peoples.
"The Colour Still Unwinds". This song is dedicated to Machiel C Jonckheer (d 28-5-95),. friend of friends, mind of minds, heart of hearts. Take care. .
Severed from unearthly mythomania. I lay to rest te ghosts of past seductions. leaving false paradises unfathered. I sing swan songs for stability. . No quarter for facade, falsity shall go the way of all flesh.
You shall die so many times before you perish. . Surrounded by living, self indulging mirrors. digesting temptation's stolen fruit. moving on self-fulfilled circles.
Time and time again you tried so hard. To lose your head, to free your heart. Mister 'afraid to lose control'. You were your own, ever intricate. Marionette and puppeteer.
Wandering through the narrow thorough-fare. The motorway is standing on its own. I see me walking there. . One for the road, one for the road. My thumbs have dropped me on the road.
Thank you for the last few days. I know, we'll meet again and soon. It's written in the stars, written in my hand. Please take care, please take all my love.
Through the streets and thoroughfares. Fanfare is everywhere. Now it's here and then is gone. Time to dazzle and move on. . Tantara! To begin, tantara! Start again.
Dog in the manger. Happy days. Why don't you take it all?. Take what is left. . Take mine. Take mine. . Counting out. And putting nothing in. You calculate.
Think I met you somewhere in my dreams. And you held this feeling deep inside. Let me with your Visions haunting Demon. And I wish so hard, I think I cried.
Our Story Starts So Very, Very Deep Underground. Unaware Of The Legions They Are Building Down There. Then Comes The Sound, A Shrill Signal Loud Enough To Drown.
Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and ghouls. Step right up. Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction. Of delight, horror, fantasy and terror. Your every wish is our command.
I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. Toxic. . Catch a fire, fire it up. Corrupt stirrin' it up. It's burnin' hot, driftin'. Hittin' every slot.
Do that shit, ah. (Shit,shit,shit). Ha, ha, eh, that's right. (Shit,shit,shit). (Ha, ha, ha). Motherfucker, nice ride. Eh, come on. . You know that bitch baby, he's talking shit about our clique.
Triple X bottle, role models from Hell. Living our dreams we like to scream and yell. White boys, B-Boys raised in the gutter. I said, "When I'd grow up I'd be a bad motherfucker".
Once there were two knights and maidens. They'd walk together. Out in the gardens. In all kinds of weather. . The knights always pestered the maidens.