Mother got pregnant by rape. Identical twins came to being,. but they were different in their minds. The fatal flaw was the bad disposition. Two charactes in black opposition.
Without warning. Emotions tide in like a breaking wave. I can't remember yesterday. I don't recall ever being this way before. . 'Cause I feel weak. Like a defenseless animal weak.
I walk through the buildings of the capital hills,. Walk through the sightseeing floor,. the escalator was filled. with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering mall.
You think I'm so easy. And you think I'm so naive. Well, you better think a little harder. 'Cause you're not the first I've ever seen. . And what you think ain't so bad.
por qu sers tan cruel?. nunca hubo una droga peor. qu infeierno te posee?. la aparencia no es sincera. No.. merezco qu arda el corazon?. quin fu el qu decidi.
When the circles start to dance. Before my eyes they dance again. I must hit them in the centre until the circles colour red. Blood streams under my eyelids, I wake up in red tears and sweat.
In the synthetic clink. flows Retron the moon milk drink. Metamorphosis turns ravishing. Liquid waves quard the bowl. A star leads the Retron soul. . Cairo has focused countdown to 0.
We know some things are true and believe it is a lie. At first we smile and when it's too late we just cry. We know it's a lie and believe that it is true.
You grow to a big town at one time. And then your tracks lost line. The wartimes draw your heart away. To west, north, south, east, everywhere. And then they cut you not for fun.
Walking through my brain who's leading?. Can I pass these moments here. These sleepless nights at full moon. I am worried about my way. . I fear future, I fear past.
Born on a quiet morning. Just a dream in someone's eyes. A dream that's like a promise meant to be. Giving rise to speculation. On a place called paradise.
Whose garden was this?. It must have been lovely.. Did it have flowers?. I've seen pictures of flowers,. But I'd love to have smelled one.. Tell me again I need to know.
I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
What child is this, who, laid to rest. On Mary's lap is sleeping?. Whom angels greet with anthems sweet. While shepherds watch are keeping?. This, this is Christ the king.
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song. It showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine. And brightened up some days.
You've long been on the open road you've been sleepin' in the rain. From dirty words and muddy cells your clothes are soiled and stained. But the dirty words and the mud of cells will soon be judged insane.
There's a name for war and killing. there's a name for giving in. when you know another answer. for me the name is sin. but there's still time to turn around.
Music makes pictures and often tells stories. All of it magic and all of it true. And all of the pictures and all of the stories. All of the magic, the music is you.
On a snow crystal morning some place close to heaven. On the side of a mountain in a race for the sun. In a matter of moments the dream of a lifetime is won.