Converging my image to suit this disease. This face is just a mask to deceive you. (And I) Preserve my appearance for no one to see. And no one will ever believe you.
From this day, in this war that I face. I'll pray through this rusty cage that I must wake.. Though you burn me away, to slave for your dying fire.. .
Another black day, leg break. Heavy metal head-shake. A real motherfucker. I was born for this. I turned into everything you hated. Jaw break, shit-head, Latin metal army.
I can smell the way you taste. I chase every breath you take. And I'll wait. . Why would I deny?. I don't have to lie. Was there something that I missed?.
ou say that my life is actually vain. Your standards just seem so plain. (just don't give in). You know, you know I'm not running for cover. The bullets could fly by my head.
'Cause all that I ask for is turning to ashes. When everything comes down. There's nothing to die for, there's nothing to die for. . 'Cause I'm burying my sins.
They cant get to me. Im sitting in the backseat, turn around. And grab my gun, to rise against the pigs. Communista, realista. But I resist the instincts as they make you fucking kneel down.
Deep I dig to discover the truth. Deep inside where secrets hide. I hunt the hierarchy's highest heroes. To hurt where vulnerability lies. Roses burning on a roaring ore.
You say that my life is actually vain. Your standards just seem so plain. (just don't give in). . You know, you know I'm not running for cover. The bullets could fly by my head.
The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently down. 'Low the horizon in the west, where a small house lies.... . The puppet-man is ending his workday, as the starlight peak through the.
Whispered words beneath the floating autumn leaves. Flying softly on the southern breeze. Fragments of light between the branches and trees. I wish I would stay here forever.
And i dont mean to call and bitch. But the words have just been making me itch. I don't mean to call it off. Full of words that do not know you. I dont need to watch him take it all away.
I see you had your mind all made up you group of. Pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master. Plan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more to.
Frozen constellations, now we are,. Forever trapped by illusions of fate. Arising from the ashes of fires,. Burning low in the shadows of hate. . You and I, we are blinded by,.
We're coming back again. This time to let you know. I don't care where you've been. And I'm all ears (tonight). Ponte en mi lugar. Tanto que tapar. Dejame que estoy.
At the brink of Hell an island swims in lakes of fire by the darkened plains. Deserted and dead it declares its place. By spewing it's magma like blood from its veins and covering the island.
By the hands of violent winter, his fate was sealed. Crawling on the icy slopes with limbs frozen cold. Memories of untold torture, in his mind. Waking from the endless slumber leaving him numb.
Pools of black eternity. Sweeping down on brightly burning fires. When comes the righteous ones. Bringing the servants of leechy throngs. . Angels, remembering every promise.
brixx:. if i give you what you need will you be a good friend of my creativity. and the people i deal with yes and chill with so iz you wid it wid it.
The mirrors, the mirrors. That hides the hideous. Me, the others. Banned and forbidden. From of your world. Alone and cold. Watching in silence. So close, still aeons away....