I want to tell you a story. About a man who did die. And all he wanted from living. Was the chance to get high. So he set out to driving. To do his dealing and score.
[Orater:]. Come, open your inner eye and together we'll haul back the mystery. that is time, and peer through the mist and take a closer look at the. darkened valleys under a whirlpool sky, bathed by a cold blue sun,.
(The beauty and tranquility of the land. shattered by the treachery of the Duke!). . A single grain of sand. That comes from savageland. It is more precious than the Duke.
Aí galera. Essa música não é pra ficar parado não hein. Quero ver todo mundo dançando. Tem alguém que vai ficar parado aí. Não!. . Então vamo lá 1, 2, 3.
Ei senhor batedecabatedelá. Eu gosto do jeito que se bate de cá. Eu gosto do jeito que se bate de lá. Com as mãos. . Com o pé. . Ei senhor batedecabatedelá.
Soco soco bate bate soco soco vira vira. Soco bate soco vira soco bate e vira. Soco soco bate bate soco soco vira vira. Soco bate soco vira soco bate e vira.
Fui convidada pra uma festa da pesada. No castelo de cristal (Uououou). Me enfeitei com a princesa Dora. Cintilante como agora. Era um grande baile de super-herói.
Why do we shoot our wounded I don't understand once when we were. down and out he gave us his hand can't we give back to who has given. to us I expect to stumble all my life i expect to pull through with.
Twisted purity bent for our desires from the tongue to greed to blood a. bloodpath of hypocrisy innocent lives drowning in a sea of sin drawn. deep from within our nature to mold and make contaminate light of this.
Striding forever down the road; continuous stream of losses. Leaving wrecks at every turning; broken glass and crosses. Whispers in the trees and ghosts in the attic.
See Tomorrow Shine. . In my dream.... 'Twas a cold morning when I saw the first of them. Tiny spots on the horizon. Their wings blackening out the sun.
crying, shouting. screaming, yelling. you must feel. sights of vanished spirits. don't stop here my fellow. make yourself at home. . screaming heartbeat in the silence.
Tell me not in mornful numbers. "life is but an empty dream!". for the soul is dead that slumbers,. and things are not what they seem.. . Life is real! Life is earnest!.
Silently Leaving. . This world of, confusion, suffocates our greatest dreams. Feeding the disease, silently leaving, this behind. Searching, the towers, for the colours of the world.
Sacred Lies. . Reborn, to have the will to kill, to search the highest ground, for penetrating carnage. In the absence of light, I stand tall to feel, resurrection from above.
I see a dark cloud of sorrow. I see a river of blood. I see no sunshine tomorrow. I see no faith hope or love. . We burned the stairway to Heaven. We added fuel to the fire.