Bumblebee. You're my little bumblebee. Always there to rescue me. When trouble comes awry. Can't you see. What it is you mean to me. Everything is peachy keen.
On our knees we're living our lives. Compressed in social forces. It's like living under a chainsaw. You arise - you get KILLED!.
There is no meaning in your death anymore. The words of your life no longer apply. Your prayers are just lies that fall on deaf ears. Faith has all been lost in our blood and tears.
I sink like a stone with all your weight up on me. weight up on me. Your eyes in the ground will leave a stain upon me,. stain upon me. . Cause I'm nothing like you (ooh).
Causing trouble's all you do. We don't fucking need you. You are raping our scene. You're so Goddamn lame. Trouble maker.
Here in my car. I feel safest of all. I can lock all my doors. It's the only way to live in cars.. . Here in my car. I can only receive. I can listen to you.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Wanda Walker Janssens & Kate Ryan. . When my body feels tired. And my soul is weak. Then my eyes won't see.
The coin has got two different sides. One with our laughing Western society. On the other one, death and starvation is grinning at you!. . It's so difficult to do things right, so you say.
Let's not forget. . I'm nothing more. Nothing less. Than a single piece of flesh. Nothing more. Nothing less. Than a worthless piece of flesh. . Flesh, flesh.
The gun in his hands he starts to run. His head is empty, survival of the fittest. But then the pictures reach his brain. He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself.
As we strive for freedom. Stuck working day by day. Our goal is to break free from. The path that has been paved. The foundation. Creation. We are the explanation.
We all come together in order to sustain this erratic scene. Defying all the trends and mainstream shit we're supposed to be. Never giving in to the demands of society's regulations.
Flashpoint. . I LIED...RIGHT TO YOUR FACE!!!.... ANd I'LL BURN...ETERNALLY!!!.... IN FLAMES(FLAMES)...IN FLAMES(FLAMES).... IN FLAMES(FLAMES)...IN FLAMES(FLAMES)....
Who are we as humans? Will we make it through this?. Questioning existence, we participate in acts of blindness. Using and abusing, always self-excusing.
As he enters this life, born confined. Into a world of strife, built on lies. He wants to open eyes, preaching to their minds. Leads a path trailed by the years.
She. calls out. to. you. From behind. sin's. doorway. Her 13 years have left her so calloused so diseased.... Oh. still. she's. begging. you. Like you wish your daughter would....
I welcome death with open arms. Her soft breath and simple charm. Wandering through memories. Takes my hand for me to see. . Tried so hard, tried so hard.
No more thinking of the negativity. That's imposed from brainwashed who cannot see. Walking the fine line between jealousy, antagony. Failing to reconcile their insecurities.
There is no future for us to suture. Your life ill fated, beat down and hated. Shot in the head, walking undead. Numb to the world, around your head. .