Lyrics (Originally) by: Motörhead. . I am the one Orgasmatron. The oustreched grasping hand. My image is of agony. My servants rape the land. Obsequious and arrogance.
We gamble with life fighting tribes after tribes. Colors and races misplaced in the spaces. We're falling, we're crawling, we're crying, denying. . Heavy rain shaking ground, no roots will be found.
Your Greed Is For Money. My Greed Is For Land. Shut Off My Eyes. Clog Up My Ears. Cut Off My Tongue. You'll Still Hear Me Coming. . My Blood Is Thicker.
Like wept mother, so wept son. entered the world not welcomed. tears shed in pain never dry. all my days I behold her cry. . "Nothing you say. worth hearing.
It truly makes the most beautiful music. Everything it has to give. It's everywhere hiding the listener. Without it I could not live. ...Silence. . Related.
Do you think there's a chance. For this world to live in unity as one?. I can try to believe. But I feel it's like a view into the sun.. . Blinded by the light everything will look so fine.
Great dilemma. Detestable thoughts. Non-existing facts. And it's the grief that accompanies you. Life and death are struggling. The outcome is wavering.
among deep green hills. two eyes get lost in forests. crystal flower images slip. among the trunks of the trees. visions appear from the ground. shades without roots but still exist.
Once solemn, the thing I'm leaving alone. Once solemn, the looks that turn one to stone. And I'm learning the highs and the lows of the panic inside. And I'm learning the highs and the lows of the fake promises.
And for one second. I lost my head and for one second,. I wished that you were dead. For one second,. You wish that you were here all alone. . Hold back the tears that could fall for me.
Breathing life, as true as hones work. Breathing life, a truth for all it's worth. . You want to seem to be as fragile as can be. I want to roll inside that shell you call a mind.
1:. Kneel on the ground. And pray to the Lord. But will he hear your prayers. Will hear your call,. As you sit in the church. And the madman speaks....
Mein Blut kocht. Mein Fleisch ist voll von Snde. Die Seele brennt in kaltem Feuer. Meine einzige Triebfeder auf Erden. Ist nackter Hass. . Dein Leben fr mich.
Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter, Brings the. pressure that builds til my skulls set to shatter, The vexating, purulent. ulcer that plagues the seat of my reason, Pyosisifying my seething brain while.
Before we could talk we were singing. Before we could run we were dancing. Life is short but not a day is lost. The world goes round and round. And we go on and on.
Total darkness - Utter silence - no sentiment. The sound of falling sand. A gleam of light - A gust of wind - A silent shadow. A sense of flapping winds.
We, the nocturnal few. Bound by other laws. To the service of the enemies of God. Are silent and hidden. Yet our exquisite fire burns on. Poised to engulf.
Sister midnight comes blaspheming. Screaming in the keys of faith and fear. Unentwining, our spines twists me to kneeling. Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear.
Could I be any further along when a room leaves nothing?. We close our eyes to avoid the sound. You were traveling by an aeroplane over the ocean. I was deciding the way to perform the rescue.
A compassionate God. Looks down upon the earth. As the void in man's heart grows wide. Empty human grabs at the air around. As fashions drift along through life.