your eyes and your profile. hypnotizing me. they caught me. inside of my dream. and they told me. to give up my dream. . these lies blind the sinner. he ignores all the tears.
when you lose your fears. you can say yo can say. that i am losing you. fly away fly away. when you are losing me. you can say you can say. that you've lost your tears.
De zon die scheen, de lucht was blauw. Het leek alsof het eeuwig duren zou. Kruiste de regen eens ons pad. Stoorde het niet, we werden enkel nat. We wisten veel.
Nooit gelogen, nooit bedrogen. maar 't is anders dan voorheen. Wel als maatjes door een deur. maar minnaar zonder kleur ik voel me zo alleen. Lege dagen zonder klagen.
Walking down this well known street. turning 'round for ladies feet. like you did so many years ago. sitting in that street cafe. where you had your cup of tea.
Ik rijd meestal rechts van de weg. Want anders gaat het verkeerd. Ik lees een zin van links naar rechts. Want dat heb ik zo geleerd. Ik houd m'n mond dicht als ik eet.
Props voor de Heist Rocker. En de watskebuuurt. . Watsebizzy bizzle rob robber. Mensen praten serieus. Maar ze weten van geen ene kankermoer van watskeburt.
[Music and lyics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS]. . Walking over the seeds of tomorrow. No babies to be born today. The king's crown. shattered has left. Snow White is nothing but a cheap whore. Wake me! I stepped.
Emptiness again. left alone again. left to question all. that's happened.... and no one cares. and no one cares. all that's left is. the will to die....
Yo Chuck! We got running mixes.... in the headphones. Ah ha ha ha ha!. . Wicked!. . Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you know. that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody.
Always the same old taste, just new injury. Well I'll wear the claws if you'd like that. Yeah if you'd like that we can ride on a black horse. A great new wave Hesparian death horse.
In the winds of your cape. I've sailed with you. From the shore to the gates. We sway.... . We're alive somewhere else. Far ahead of our time.... . In a game of display we break in two.
Now carrying prose. Broke my real friend. The devil might steady. We wax and we wane. . The devil might steady. We wax and wane. The devil might steady.
I walk in the streets and there is no one there. I hear a voice and there is no one there. I see a market square but no one is there. I reach a hand out but no one is there.
What's a million dollars if your girl's been abused?. What's a fancy Rolls Royce if your friend is being accused?. What's a noble lady if she's got cancer in her head?.
He was jus fourteen and he was white. A smart person? yes. A hero? Oh no not quite. He had no friends, he was always on his own. He wasn't accepted, he wasn't full-grown.
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks. It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks. It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star.
Welcome to HELL. This is your worst dream. Open your eyes. Wake up with a scream. Horror inside. Between life and death. Quick-growing pain. Still holding your breath.
Power and profit are the law of the land. Thoese who live by the knife will die by their own hand. But the rich aren't the ones who die on the front lines.
If you won't take my calls. and you won't answer my Knock. There must be something wrong. but, girl, now how can we talk?. . CHORUS. Why don't you write me a letter?.