Your leave your hands along your body. You wanna take your pain out of your hands. To arrange everything by only motion. .. nothing is so fast.. Chorus:.
Everything I can tell. Is here on this paper. Everything I can write. Is here in my mouth. I can't catch the thoughts. Because I lost them in the past.
Outside the night. You lie behind. A glassy cold eye. Inner war streams into your dreams. War of senses. Still pursued, still desperate,. No chance to escape.
Welcome to slaughterhouse!!!. Territory, realm so gory, art of murder. Stress of small place, no act of grace,. Born to suffer. Chorus:. You go your bloody way, satisfied anyway,.
Evil boys. That forgot wigs at home. Create new history. Screaming something about war. . You little stupid nazi!. Who never used to think. Why you love to wear the shirt.
jesus - you son of hell, look at my evil face. hear my calling, touch my rage. gracelesss liar, feel my hate!. . anyway there's the time to. throw away the "book of lies".
JESUS - you son of hell, look at my evil face. Hear my calling, touch my rage. Graceless liar, feel my hate!. Anyway there's the time. To throw away the "Book of Lies".
Army of hungry maggots. We are parasites. We will eat you, we will suck you. That's just what we like. Don't resist to establishment. State machinery.
looking at their bodies. you're diverting your eyes. you loathe their touch. expressions in the faces. talk about inner pain. can their hearts scream for help?.
Give you soul to devil. Sacrifice your life. Young body on altar. You're never gonna die!. We're never gonna die. . Look at my hands, look at my face, evil one.
No matter if I'm on the road or I am home you're always on my mind. . You lay awake at night, worrying about my next move. You tell me whatever I do, be sure to tell you.
All she talks about is the west coast. Livin' life So-Cal... San Diego. . And I know why. . She wants the waves rolling up to her feet. Palm trees telling her she's sweet.
I'm still searching for this passion, and this passion is what eats me up. SPF does nothing man, the sun don't even heat me up. heading to the cornerstore like my ice chest ain't packed enough.
(ChoppyVocals). (I wouldn't expect anything, even if I ever wanted to). . Who's idea was this? Who's idea was that?. She told me I was stupid, I guess I needed that.
-KB-. Yea, so you gone find me out there writing, probably walking in a crowd. Surrounding myself by people, a civillian type of cloud. Even though my music's bumping dont mean that you'll listen now.
Don't slow me down. Ohhh-whoa-ohh. . Don't slow me down. Down (x2). Don't stop me now. Now (x2). . Don't slow me. We've got (down) way to much, oh on our minds.
Imma shout it out out. Imma make em bounce bounce. imma take a big bite. Boy u better bow down. Imma be untouchable. Imma be untouchable. Imma make you crawl crawl.
You're lighting me up, i feel it. Give me that bu-u-uzz. You fire me up, i need it. You setting me o-o-off. Yooou Yoouu. Youu Youu...... . LA. Gimme that scene The beat.
You're lighting me up, i feel it. Give me that bu-u-uzz. You fire me up, i need it. You setting me o-o-off. Yooou Yoouu. Youu Youu...... LA. Gimme that scene The beat.
Be still my beating heart. Pounding so violently. Trying to be free from me. It leap right out of my chest. Supposing it knows best. If I just let it go.