At the time of my last pain. I scream, so I can run away. What I see in front of me. Is only the reflection of my insanity. . Throwing me to the present.
Death comes from the unknown. Darkened by its own existence. The end no longer exists when the spirit leaves the body. Phenomenon that mankind would rather forgot.
Humidity could be felt on the walls. Touched with the palm and used to scare. They used to sweat, they used to stink. Everything swamped and hot. . But in the corner, laying on a bed.
What did I do to deserve this agony?. Filled with desire and ambition but no more. Free from the anger but conditioned and alone. Drowned in the tears of the one thing that once loved.
Intense Fiercing War, Insult No Tolerance. Against One Rule, To Fit 'Em All. To Blur My Eyes Already Blind. To Keep My Hands From Moving Free. . The Pulse Of What We Live, The Hate We Build.
Loss for words - you lost respect. Food for thoughts - you're just a fool. Mind of the weak, nonsense says. . The rumors will never die. The rumors are only lies.
Roots, bloody roots. Roots, bloody roots. Roots, bloody roots. Roots, bloody roooaaaaaahh. . I. Believe in our fate. We don't need to fake. It's all we wanna be.
This Is The Trench That Never Surrenders. Fighting The Front, Attacking Their Nest. All Out - Holding Our Flag. All Out - Ruling Our Path. . Our Revolt!.
O desespero, a dor, o medo. Fatores decisivos que te obrigam a pensar. O vinho e sangue, a carne e o pao. Chagas que nao fecham que intrigam sua vida.
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Biboca, garagem, favela. Biboca, garagem, favela. Fubanga, maloca, bocada. Fubanga, maloca, bocada. Maloca, bocada, fubanga. Maloca, bocada, fubanga. Favela, garagem, biboca.
Zyon's heartbeat in utero. Chaos A.D.. Tanks on the streets. Confronting police. Bleeding the Plebs. Raging crowd. Burning cars. Bloodshed starts. . Who'll be alive?!.
Fast death, disenchanted by life. Marked by envy and scorn. Show to the world his mortal hate. Die with regret. There's no light and there's no air. The rose's smell corrodes me.
Why don't you get a life and grow up. Why don't you realize that you're fucked up. Why criticize what you don't understand. Why change my words, you're so afraid.
Why don't you get a life and grow up. Why don't you realize that you're fucked up. Why criticize what you don't understand. Why change my words, you're so afraid.
Never say no. To the yes man. You're beginning the question. Forget what your know. . You can't say no.... . When they call your name. How low will you go?.
I follow the steps i see in front of me. they are deep and well-defined. they show an undefined but straight path. what has gone through me will never return.
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dizem que ela existe pra ajudar. dizem que ela existe pra proteger. eu sei que ela pode te parar. eu sei que ela pode te prender/te fuder. . policia para que precisa.