The crucifix and the flag are both the fucking same. They both represent dominance and control. Arrogant symbols displayed high about our heads. A constant reminder that you are being controlled.
Wednesday, May 18th 1994. Does anyone remember what all of this fighting's for?. All this senseless blood shed, all this fucking death. You oly know statistics who now take their dying breath.
I fear that I'm losing what little was mine. I gave you control and you're robbing me blind. I showed you my soul and you took all I had. Blind, mained, disfigured you left me for dead.
Another vacant building is a tax shelter and nothing more. Cemented doors and windows keeping out the poor. What purpose does it serve to keep these buildings emply.
This day comes to soon, one more life I must consume. One more life I need to gain the freedom that I seek. . Led through the tunnels and labyrinths so deep.
Do you wish to be, carried over sea. To the banks beyond of the acheron. . Passage, is that what you seek. Passage, admittance from me. Obulus, that is what I seek.
Twice before you've heard the fury forever more. Twice before you felt and learned the power of the storm. I brought you through the valley where kings are laid to rest.
Fell the wind blow across the moon lit sky. Sense it coming with from deep inside. Never in the deepest darkest dreams you dread,. Did you think that this would come but it has.
Morning rise hear the crow this the last all things shall know. Asgard will fall reduced to ash cities crumble none shall pass. Trembling earth starts the trend now the final days end.
Baby tell me please. Is this a dream. Spending the night with you. Beneath the cherry trees. Just make a wish and everything comes true. . Out the windows of my bedroom.
A dream of togetherness.. Turned into a brighter mess.. A faint sign my spoken best.. Now, now.. . Make way for the simple hours.. No finding the time it's ours..
I want it all to bring things up.. I tried it all to gauge what's wrong with me.. The tired eyes that shielded us. Took all my weakness to extremes.. .
There's a bad reason. She just can't stay home anymore. Expectations rising. Life's too short. It's too cliché. . And you say, and you say. And you say, and you say.
Places exist. Just when we need them. And times like this. Just when we need them. I never noticed before. Seems that i was waiting for. If we ignore all the signs.
When I drift away Often to that place. No one can find me here!. I fall into your arms, captive to your charm. No chance to find me!. When I'm lying right besides you.
Dont waste your breath (breath)!. Wait till someone takes it away with your heart (with your heart). And dont waste the best (best). Years of your life only to have to start again.
Adaptation franaise de Pierre Delano / Hugues Aufray. sur les motifs de "Haunted House Blues". (Joe Sherman / Georges Weiss). Showboat Songs Co Inc.. 1.
Paroles : Hugues Aufray. Musique : Jean-Pierre Sabard. 1985 ditions Marouani droits transfrs. WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC FRANCE / GARLICK MUSIC. 1. Donnez-lui un peu d'espoir.
Paroles et musique : Hugues Aufray. ditions Monique MONNET. Capo III. tous ceux qui partent, tchin, tchin, tchin. tous ceux qui restent, tchin, tchin, tchin.
[Verse 1]. She smiles like you, even wears the same scent.. She parties just like you, we even have the same sex.. Shes just a clone, something to do since youve been gone, gone..