Ensnared. Digitally mapped. Virtual scan reveals. Art of war. Technology adapts. Location confirmed unconcealed. . Target code. Assigned. Destructively.
Mortified by the lack of conscience,. Our sanctity bears no relevance.. Insignificance is our existence,. Hear the litany of life's persistance.. Our pleas for mercy fall upon unhearing ears,.
As innocence dies, all tranquility subsides. Running trepidation, isolated now. Separating all ideas, must escape but how. . With no loss of pride, terror emerges from inside.
Wir wollen Mauern niederreißen, Geschichte machen. Die Fetzen sollen fliegen. Die Schwarten sollen krachen. Der Widerstand wächst mit größeren Zielen.
Manchmal spürt man nicht, wie die Angst mit einem spielt. und Du fürchtest Dich vor Dingen, die es gar nicht gibt. Paranoid nennen sie Dich. Dich zieht's zum Wahnsinn wie die Fliegen in das Licht.
Du läufst durch dunkle Straßen kannst nichts sehen. Spürst Du Die Gefahr bleib jetzt bloß nicht stehn. Hörst Du das Geflüster dreh dich jetzt nicht um,.
Türken raus, Türken raus, Türken raus, Türken raus,. Türken raus, Türken raus, alle Türken müssen raus !. . Türkenfotze unrasiert, Türkenfotze nicht rasiert,.
Every Christmas Eve in a western town. Gather up the kids all the friends and family. 'Cause the holly's hung and the candle's bright. Tuning up a fiddle on a moon lit night.
I'm pulling my suitcase down. Packing the things I need. Just a change of clothes. And a porcelain rose. You once gave to me. Leaving the guilt behind.
Little Towns andneon signs fade away inside my mind. There is only one thing I can hold on to. I see pictures in my head replaying every word you said.
Watch out when they start to twist. Hold tight with a leather fist. That's what his daddy told him. How to ride the bull. There's a jingle in his jeans.
He meets her in a tavern. He's taken by her smile. She thinks he looks reckless. And she's feelin' kind of wild. They leave that bar together. Make the rounds from place to place.
Half empty airport, plane's at the gate. They tell her it's full, she says she'll wait. She's been here all evening sitting all alone. Watching the business men talk on the phone.
Take me back, take me back, take me back to your heart. Can't you love me again like you did at the start?. There's a weight on my shoulders and I know I can't win.
(Frank Boeijen and Stef Bos). FB = Frank Boeijen SB = Stef Bos SF = Both. SB Twee mannen zo stil. SB Hand in hand. SB Op een begrafenis. SB Van een vriend.
Er is niemand die het weet. Of had kunnen bedenken. Maar ik vrees dat het waar is. Twee gezichten heb jij. Je kijkt me nooit aan. Recht in mijn ogen. Bang voor verraad.
In April when your barge sailed through. I fell in love with you. Alas my paramour alack. A stranger to me 'til the test comes back. Chorus:. Oh the micro-organism.
The Lady smiles as you look into her face;. She opens up her arms to you awaiting your embrace.. What is your desire? Fame, or love, or gold?. It's there in her hand, my friend.
I've been jumping through red lights. I've been on your tail all night. Temperatures are all rising, baby, oh. Yesterdays on the horizon, baby, oh. . You are one mean human being.
Two Strong Arms. -Eric Bogle. . In the still heat of the afternoon. Kritos was laid to rest. in the dry and dusty red soil of Australia. As the Mulberry and Cypress bloomed.