I don’t know who you are you don’t know who I am you don’t know who I am I don’t know who you are in your eyes I’m a stranger like you are in mine
how could I be that blind I look into your face I don’t know what to say lifeless is how you cross my way once your eyes we’re sparkling now there
- now we come along like a boomerang sicksong you gotta sing sang - now we come around like a boomerang we turn our inside out a freakshow by .sPout
I’ve missed to hold you and so I hate my life TODAY!!! I hate my life today because I’ve missed to say that I want you stay I’ve missed to hold you
we got to break up (break up) before it is too late (too late) before we do something that both of us regret (both of us regret ) I feel that there
go I’m no saint no sinner I’m true to myself I’m no saint no sinner now I don’t lie to you okay sometimes I lie but who is always straight
One, two, three, four, five, 666 It seems that I change into a stone, maybe you know this feeling, it’s like to feel nothing, it’s like to feel useless
It's Time To Rock!!! don?t don?t don?t don?t dont ask me what time it is I dont know it -a minute or a second- unimportant only here and now -counts
I’m not interested in the shit you talk you better start to walk away from me you hurt me once and I don?t wanna be your friend that doesn’t work this
You look so, fingalickin’ good, fingalickin’ good, fingalickin’ good, you taste so, fingalickin’ good, fingalickin’ good, fingalickin’ good, You
I drift away, away from you, cause I was so busy with myself, the only one I’ve cared was me, I was so blind, would I find a way back to you, would
Seediness of twisted worlds clashing lusts individuals over majority minority trying to survive love is equal to blood apocalyptic vision of the
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Brothers and sisters, lets berserk the idols the message of implacability will be heard brothers and sisters, show me the unknown in the equation
Screwed ? up fast mutilated culture of human life violent suppresion of consonance which lies in vacuum infamous words fall on your head cowered
She?s waiting for the black uncle, dressed all in white she has her womb full of blood an unintentional implement of physical satisfying let at disposal
Destruction of inferior via dreams betrayal of the close ones, the ones of your kind background crumbling down before your own eyes perfect anger
Shrunk in the inner circle the groaning cannot be heard a bad strategy in a naive space to listen to the erective instincts bloodied from the sense
