breathe... I cannot be... When I feel... Like a fish out of the water... Like a beast, like a beast without its claw... In/Out - I am the Bunker King
Do you see this? These scabs I pick, they fall to the ground It's just an easy way out so I won't feel anything inside My heart won't be broken I won
white knuckled reeling. we try to slip past feeling. something's wrong. we haven't heard a word we've said. and if we did. it's lost to us now. we pass
Weightless words smiling faces weightless words Must eraste them profit driven depravation Piles of pigs they hide behind they will succeed Ashes they
[Without mistakes there is no forgiving without forgiving there is no love] So this is life the normal way was there a sign all through the day I can
Waiting as a damned mad waiting for a sign waiting for the hangman waiting in dark time Capital punishment for me Capital punishment for i have sinned
Hinaus Es Gibt Keine Hoffnung Du Kommst Niemals Mehr Raus Denn Hier Ist Dein Ende Und Ich Werde Es Lieben Zu Weiden Dich Aus Am Bunkertor 7 Bunkertor 7 Am Bunker
I'm alone you're alone the weary moon from the night before sinks into the pit of dawn's gold door the weary moon it falls from view the devil and I
you will hide And we shall hide together here Underneath the bunkers in the row I have water, I have rum Wait for dawn and dawn shall come Underneath the bunkers
Bonsoir bonsoir la republique Au nom de tous presents ici ce soir, je vous envoies chier On vous remercie pour vos contributions financieres Qui nous
When it gets me back again I'll be ready to begin Ready to stand up to it And it gets me back again On my word I could never see it coming 'Cause I never
Garbage fires, worn out tires Dull jackknives, broken lives Starts and stops at old pawn shops Boys first fish, drunkards wish Thoughts of war behind
Lock the bus undo the chain She She She Off the bus on to the chain Getting all to hot, gotta head on 5th and main I look like you I feel the same You
where we go from here Maybe that's why we're living in Bunkers I got no idea where we go from here Maybe that's why we're living in Bunkers we're living
Deep down in the unfathomed hollow pits of disbelief These bottomless voids of despair and anguish Countless masses dwell in misconduct Bonded by chains
Scrape along the sidewalk Looking for a face Had to get out of my room for a bit Tension is in town and I'm ready to quit Can't fall out of this hole
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