Ampeln kann ich nicht ausstehen. Ich wei? nie bei welcher Farbe soll ich gehen, und der Zeitungsmann, er flucht, ich hab' schon wieder versucht, Brot
Sono un centravanti di mestiere oggi bisogna vincere da tre giornate non segno perche mi si e ristretta la porta succede a tutti, e succede sempre: quando
Handing me a looking glass You asked me who it was I saw But if I was to answer you You know I'd surely answer wrong 'Cause I've loved you too long I
(willcox) I must I must not Homecraft I must I must not Homecraft I must be a bad cook I must not bath Homecraft I must, I must I must wear dirty clothing
Across a thousand nations And forty-thousand years The teachers and the healers
In your mind you have capacities you know To telepath messages through the vast unknown Please close your eyes and concentrate With every thought you
you would make the prettiest of brides (oh baby i got you workin from the nine to five) you would make the prettiest rape victim (oh baby i got you workin
ampeln kann ich nicht ausstehen ich weiss nie bei welcher farbe soll ich geh'n und der zeitungsmann er flucht - ich hab schon wieder versuchtbrot bei
Crystal breath on infant lips Clear eyes see worlds that don't exist Sparkle 'why',--and curiosity Watch the child become a man-- Who will live again,
Death to planet earth. Human scums infect your mind. Sodomize the earth and let your hatred be your guide! There is nothing more to see, nothing worthy
Once you can see The sun rise from the earth Direction to the sky And once you can feel Rain fall down on your skin Once you have skin (in pain
Burn our earth to waste, scourge Monstrous nuclear waste Cancerous diseases and nuclear bliss Mother nature's creatures entwined and sick Oh, you
Deepest cold to ever grace the land of planet earth, purest cleansing Hellfire to burn the mark of hell (upon man). Hear my call!! Deepest trace to
We are messengers Of future times to die We will show you the way And you need to follow us This is the dawn of your race And the dusk of your enemies
The feeling as if cold, jagged steel was carving your flesh The knowledge of order, chaos and all in between The awareness of a cold world in which
Fire, floods, devastation, murder, rape, obliteration, revolution, hate. Hell, heaven, collision. Beautiful diseases. You deserve all my praise, for
Do you feel the foul stench in the air? Like corpses left to rot in the sun Nearly dead parasites trying desperately to survive It smells like humans
This Craft, this beat, this rhyme, this vibe This style, they say music gives new life From a source inside that is forever flowin' This stage, this