Sangre de mi sangre. pateas a la cara a los pueblos con hambre. tu credo imperialista. no deja vista a la realidad. azul-ro pintaron azul-roquemaron. azul rojo raza de cobre.
Mi tierra definitavamente es cuadrada. Libertad con cadenas no me sirve para nada. Quien se va, quien se queda. . A quien le importa una chingada. No esperemos como perros.
I will never sleep again until i rest in pieces. i place the blame solely on your hands. for no reason or a purpose. i'm plagued with endless callousness.
Sometimes it seems this pain is all that I'll ever know.. The endless years on earth and not a single place that feels like home.. Between the guilty eyes, the crooked tongues and lies.
We raise a lot of hell, drink a lot of booze. Don't need a damn reason for the things we do. So break out the bottles and bring on the crowd. Exercise your freedom, rowdy and loud.
[1]. Macduff. Who are you. Once you were loyal. Once you were true. . Run to England. To stand against me. I will burn your castle. I will slay, your family.
Rising power, feel the speed as I shift into high gear. All alone, I own the road, I know your gates are near. Hellsent, whipped with fury. death certificate I signed.
I don't think you realize the way things really are. Play with fire, burn yourself, you let things go too far. Now you come to me and say that you can't pay your dues.
We've built up our courage. We won't be discouraged to fight. We struggle for power. Our armies devour the night. They've tried to withstand. But we'll gain command in the end.
Unidad desaparecida, Dios bifronte amoral, dualidad que proviene de la fe. Imgenes sobrepuestas, por el dogma ocular, victimario espiral en oposicin. Confrontacin de verdades, segmentacin axial, las mitades jams coincidirn.
This dream about her eyes makes me cry.... Night after night.... I can't take this much longer. I need her empathy. I need her to be around me.... Hasn't been here for a while now where is she probably she's left for good....
Night, bloody night, such a sacred night. I came to this night through the rivers of blood. The spells I've cast and people I've killed. Left no return so more blood will be spilled.
Remember when this was a game. Where did I lose it, I'm so ashamed. We lost the touch somewhere on this ride. You're better than us, you're the old school pride.
Here's our sculpture close perfection. this is salutation to the prevailing pioneers. The time has come to purge the scene. From all the nonsense that ugly mouths are spitting out..
I just woke up from a dream.... In a dream or for real. I feel free to climb any mountain. And to be what I want to be. This imminent thing is not my problem.
When the light goes on, I'll stand there watching you. With anger burning in my eyes. And when the light goes off. The breath of mine is the only sound.
Can I rescue you one day?. Don't stay, you are afraid everyday. Violence on its way, not okay. Hip hip hurray, birthday mom and daddy is drunk a replay.
I've walked this earth with hate and rage in my heart. For many years and many more. . I can not resist to hate these living creatures. I must end their so-called lives.
Type by Phil Smith. Source http://www.ragingspeedhorn.co.uk. . Angry. Blood streaming from my eyes. But you will never hide. Decide whats going on. And fuck your hidden pride.
Your destruction. You decide. Your misadventure. Spit at my lies. You don't have to fall down. You don't want to fall. You don't have to cry now. You don't want to cry.