You swallow shit like sheep follow shepherds. Walking in your sleep, sleep walking in your head hearse. Yeah, you swallow shit like sheep follow shepherds.
Fading falling. Slow winds breaking soundscapes. And waves of velvet sweeping. Into me. . You moved all that was in my world. And showed me all the new colours.
They say that you should be proud of your roots,. How can I be proud living with this filth?. . Oh god, release me from this town I call home,. Release me from this, HELL!.
I am a being. My life has value. Seek as i seek the secret design. My purpose is to relate with out bitterness. Or partiality from any motives. To which i am far removed.
Once i wake up. And I can't stand all of this scars. My mind is leaving me I should give up. And I'm still here. . No One hears me. . It hurts. But you don't care.
Guten Tag Herr Fleischermann. Ich htte gern 250 Gramm. Ein halbes Pfund bitte exakt.. Und alles sauber abgepackt. Darfs ein bisschen mehr sein?. Alter, ein Gramm mehr und ich mach dich kaputt!.
look at me and tell me the truth. what do you do. when people don't know what we go through. they see my blonde hair, blue eyes and class. but they don't know i have a really big heart.
Fill society with anxiety for material. People buy buy buy, some get trampled and die. But that's consumerism, capitalism.... . Do you believe your God would want you to but all this shit?.
Nosza hajdú, fürge varjú,. Járjunk egy szép táncot!. Nem vagy fattyú, sem rossz hattyú,. Kiálts hát egy hoppot!. Szájad mondjon, lábad járjon. Egy katonatáncot.
leT's go!. . i Fade. caUsE notHinG's rEal. anD EverytHiNg's A fuCkinG fake. i BeLieveD. woRd by WoRd yoU'VE wHIsperEd Me. selflEsS. RECrUAted for The mASs.
You tried to stand in my way. Pushing me, pushing me to fail. Nothing was good enough for you. Now the tables have turned. And its your lesson learned.
Baby dont cry, I'll be by your side. No need to fear, of the unknown. We made it, all the way to this. So get off your knees. . Six feet and counting, no where but down.
Through tainted mass. A scourge unseen. Brought three winters forth. And set between. . After these hundreds of years. The embers and fate will collide.
I didnt think I would write this song, until I heard Asher Roth come on, and even though it hurt so bad, I typed this song from my feelings to my notepad.
[Holla Back Interlude *Answering Machine*]. I hate I missed you, I truly do. So if you wanna talk to me, I wanna talk to you. As a matter of fact, leave yo name and yo number.