You can't keep God off the radio. Don't let him in. You can't keep the Devil from the media. Don't let him in. There is always a salesman at the front door.
No Love. No Peace.. Spend your days, counting sheep.. When you're dead you're done, you're dead you die.. But life goes on.. No love, no lies.. Wasting your days. Waiting to die..
I'm so sick of the fights, so sick of your mouth - I know where you live and I see where you sleep.. So let's settle this here and now, I'm not wasting away my life because you don't like what I have to say..
I said run.. And you won't be able to see me because you'll be bleeding from the eyes.. The thought of your genitals makes me sick and I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass..
the searchlights have stopped,. that means the helicopters. have stopped searching for me.. . i finally got to see the sky. (got to see the sky) x3. .
Look at the world through my eyes. I won't be happy until everything dies. . I wish you could see this life from the inside. But you'll go fucking blind.
No Love. No Peace.. Spend your days, counting sheep.. When you're dead you're done, you're dead you die.. But life goes on.. No love, no lies.. Wasting your days. Waiting to die..
src="../pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">. . And I dream in black and white and red. The last time I saw you, your head was on a spike, still screaming her name. Still cursing the day that I was born. Yet nothing has changed. Or do I still ask you for help? No. Then stop asking me for forgiveness, because I cannot bleed until my dreams come true..
src="../pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">. . (I Killed them all).
Behold the hydra. An endless source of blood and brain. Lies from lies, you liar. Hang your head - Hang yourself in shame. My heart is made of wasps and my brain is made of flies.
src="../pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">. . Revert. Revert into the sullen dogs you once were. As poison replaces blood, revert and demolish. Everyone used to think humanity was you, slowly and surely you're more machine than men. Gears and cogs clog your system. Overload. Always running in circles. Tie me up, light me up, tear me down. As the paint runs down your face and into your eyes, think of me. I want to be remembered as pain..