La nuit dans le noir. Les fées avec moi. Là-haut dans le ciel. La Lune étincelle. Epée dans la main. Rien ne me retient. . Fairies and their whitish light.
I roam among the trees. Caressed by the nocturnal wind. Flying between the numberless trunks. Creatures of the night come to me. . In nomine tenebrarum.
And the wind is blowing in the mist. And the mist is caressing the trees. And the trees are growing in the dark. And the dark is refilling my eyes. . I'm alone in the night.
A state of mind, mine is most unkind. Another here is sharing my space. Locked within this same human skin. Another voice is sharing my throat. . We are here stuck inside this head.
I am sick and tired of the way you've let things slide. Just because we're young doesn't mean we can't decide. If you think that we ain't got a thought inside our heads.
Growing up I start my life the normal way. Learning by living, go to school, well not everyday. Finding limits, learning rules by pushing hard. Earning the right to choose by making the right choice.
Searching, for a ne way you're looking for a way out of this mess you've let build up around you. Believe what you see, Believe what you hear. It's time, to take charge of your on fife and start making decisions, stop relying on others.
Building wealth on the backs of the poor. Making deals is sleazy smoke rooms. Politicians living feathered beds. Turn around and tax us to our deaths.
Welcome to the age of an american empire. Not a day will pass when bombs don't seem to fly. Scream about the rights of victims and their pain. But your actions are where the causes lay.
-Another fine music lyric file by:. Adrian M. Brush aka "Dementia". All complaints, bitching, and gripes in general to:. [email protected]. *Equal Rights* by Nuclear Assault.
Alcohol and pills, a night with some thrills. Go out with my friends and leave a good will. Some smoke and some buff, now I'm so tough. My ignorant habit gets deeper and deeper.
Woke up one night with this fierce pain in my chest. Didn't know what to do, couldn't even rest. Ran down to the doctor's office to see where I stand.
You always talk about yourself in contradictions. Stuck in recking and verbal consciousness distinction. Help yourself and try to rationalize. The keys to change are held within your mind.
A nightmare rises from the holy places. Daring to sin against it's ways. An evil impulse rises to the fore. And deadly silence from those above. . Bow down on your knees.
"When people worship a mam. And not the ideal". . There's a fire in you soul. There's a fire in your brain. You're running blind. Your mind is hazed with pain.
CRITICAL MASS. -------- ----. by Nuclear Assault from "Handle With Care" (c) 1989. . The bio-sphere, the place we live. It seems like we don't give a damn.
Hopelessly lost, a battle not won. You're running in panic,. Away from the guns. Panic is striking at those all around. Beware the Grim Reaper,. He rests all around.