On our knees we're living our lives. Compressed in social forces. It's like living under a chainsaw. You arise - you get KILLED!.
There is no meaning in your death anymore. The words of your life no longer apply. Your prayers are just lies that fall on deaf ears. Faith has all been lost in our blood and tears.
Causing trouble's all you do. We don't fucking need you. You are raping our scene. You're so Goddamn lame. Trouble maker.
Here in my car. I feel safest of all. I can lock all my doors. It's the only way to live in cars.. . Here in my car. I can only receive. I can listen to you.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Wanda Walker Janssens & Kate Ryan. . When my body feels tired. And my soul is weak. Then my eyes won't see.
The coin has got two different sides. One with our laughing Western society. On the other one, death and starvation is grinning at you!. . It's so difficult to do things right, so you say.
Let's not forget. . I'm nothing more. Nothing less. Than a single piece of flesh. Nothing more. Nothing less. Than a worthless piece of flesh. . Flesh, flesh.
The gun in his hands he starts to run. His head is empty, survival of the fittest. But then the pictures reach his brain. He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself.
Flashpoint. . I LIED...RIGHT TO YOUR FACE!!!.... ANd I'LL BURN...ETERNALLY!!!.... IN FLAMES(FLAMES)...IN FLAMES(FLAMES).... IN FLAMES(FLAMES)...IN FLAMES(FLAMES)....
She. calls out. to. you. From behind. sin's. doorway. Her 13 years have left her so calloused so diseased.... Oh. still. she's. begging. you. Like you wish your daughter would....
I welcome death with open arms. Her soft breath and simple charm. Wandering through memories. Takes my hand for me to see. . Tried so hard, tried so hard.
There is no future for us to suture. Your life ill fated, beat down and hated. Shot in the head, walking undead. Numb to the world, around your head. .
Please raise the siege. You're not gonna win. My mind's mine so raise your mental siege. I'm not gonna let you fucking in!.
I clench my teeth and realize. My world is so near its demise. A dying sun in a poisonous sky. Stinging my eyes. Burning with contempt and conflict. .
You're a prisoner of your ideals. Just a prisoner of your materialistic ideals. You're a prisoner of your worthless ideals.
Stereotype killing. Screaming animals. Terrified looking eyes. Uncontrolled movements. Now he's pushing the button. And they're at the end of the way....
I watch you tap the blood in my vein. My heart you feed on to keep you sustained. A parasite that leaves me cold and drained. . I'm in shock and you leave me paralyzed.
Heut hab ich wieder einmal eine gesehen. Oh wie vornehm Sie doch gehn. Nerze, Biber und sogar Tiger. Mssen dran Glauben, ist mir's zuwider!. . Reiche Weiber die kaum mehr atmen.
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