It's crazy what we can do with satellite technology. We can now home order a lobotomy from another country. Last but not least we have the key to this old mystery.
Please raise your child to day. The way that you were born to play. Way that we all disappear. Allowing us to shade our fears. . Pain, your every stamp.
Lyrics: d. robin dennis and ryan dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . You shut me out. Don't hear a word, I'm sayin'. Just can't understand, this crazy game you're playin'.
Cada loco con su tema,. contra gustos no hay disputas:. artefactos, bestias, hombres y mujeres,. cada uno es como es,. cada quin es cada cual. y baja las escaleras como quiere..
Thank your God for giving me my life and all those pleasures. Thank you God. Thank your God for giving me my eyes and all those colours. Thank you God.
Al verle caballero, le dije aqu al Benito:. ...Ese es de los que nunca niega una ayuda.... No deje que le engae mi abrigo descosido.... Paso por una racha negra y peluda.
Lyrics: dan stadnicki & ryan dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . So close yet so distant. Fading face embrace is resistant. Words kept hidden. And the shadows dark.
Your empty walls, your empty walls. Pretentious adventures, dismissive apprehension. Don't waste your time on coffins today. When we decline from the confines of our mind.
No regrets, no tears.. Only a strange feeling,. slipping without falling.. I'll try another World. where the water is not blue anymore,. another reallity..
As en la guerra como en los celos. sangre, sudor y lgrimas quedan. al paso de los heraldos negros. que nublan la verdad y envenenan.. . Rumbos perdidos a flor de tango..
I haven't got a woman. Who would help my soul. Out of the cloud. Oh Lord!. Don't let the paint run down. Oh Lord!. Relieve my heart. Give it some hope.
Save me from myself. Cause I can't control myself. I've invaded my own mind. And there's things I cannot find. Where am I today?. I think I've gone away.
Probablemente en su pueblo se les recordar. como cachorros de buenas personas,. que hurtaban flores para regalar a su mam. y daban de comer a las palomas..
Your empty walls, your empty walls. Pretentious attention, dismissive apprehension. Don't waste your time on coffins today. When we decline from the confines of our mind.
Lyrics: ryan stever & d. robin dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . I still don't know. What you mean to me. But I'm gonna lose my cool. You better go.
We follow the ever-falling rain. Electrons Protons fight again. So, we run. We follow the ever-rising sun. With feelings of all becoming one. Then, we fly.
Mi nombre es frica.... Mi nombre es frica?. la que en un tiempo al Edn. hizo enloquecer de celos. y hoy me consumen los cuatro jinetes lgubres. el hambre, la guerra,.
Standing in the corner of my mind. I try to run but I'm so far behind. I don't know the meaning of this life anyway. I try to find a way to get around this place.
I don't know who I am. I don't know where I'm from. I don't know why I'm here, I don't care. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know what I wish. I don't know what I came here for.
Arms are raised above the sky. But all I want is me. You are there beside the night. But all I want is me. All I want is me. . Love we know comes from inside.