[Dwight McClusky:] "I'll tell ya something, Scagnetti, in all of my days in the penal business, and that ain't no small amount of days, right boys?" [
La terre se craquelle en morceaux Que rA©sonne le terrible chaos EntraA®nant la planA?te et son berceau mortel Dans une dA©rive exponentielle Tel un
There's an ant crawling up your back in the nighttime There's an ant crawling up your back in the nighttime But you think that's okay while you're sleeping
(videodrone) I would fast for days And call you a god I would do anything even say I'm in love Just to penetrate between your open thighs I would tell
Dieses Kribbeln im Bauch das man nie mehr vergißt als ob da im Magen der Teufel los ist dieses Kribbeln im Bauch kennst du doch auch wenn man glaubt
La conoci una tarde con su guitarra cazaba boleros, tenia puesto un jean y una rosita amarilla en el pelo que vas a hacer, me pregunto, soriendo lo que
Oh joy's arise The sun has come again too hold you Sailing out the doordrums of the The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you It's all around
negro da asa. / Acendi os projectores / Mandei trinar a guitarra / Para mostrar aos senhores / Que esqueco todas as dores / Quando a formiga e cigarra
J'ai du me tromper de rendez-vous Les heros ne sont plus parmi nous Les derniers titans sont partis Pour un ailleurs Meilleur Tant pis De jour en jour
Quand y'aura plus sur la terre que du beurre fondu Avec le dernier soupir du dernier disparu Dernier boum d'la derniere guerre Derniere ville sous la
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My teeth taste funny today...they seem more jagged than normal. I've been told that I have been grinding them like the gears during my dream hours...
[J. L. Campuzano-C. Cortes-A. de C.] Son ya las ocho. El ruido en mi calle es infernal perforan la acera por cuarta vez o por quinta ya. Son como hormigas
I guess it's only fair, I guess that I deserve this. That you should slowly rip my heart out from my chest, rip my heart out from my chest. It wasn'
He's walking in the meadow i feel his steps, the shocks, my end feeling like a little "nothing" it's still so hard to accept try I guess you try...
All around the world people are trying. Deserted souls cry to be filled. Spirits left undone their hearts are hollow. I can see, in their eyes, hollow
Ants on a log Floatin down a river Runnin around But not gettin anywhere Powerstearin wheels Just ain't connected And we can't jump off like flees on