is no escape I?ll get my artwork done Now you suffer from my hands that cut your skin Begging for a rapid death in vain My soul is frozen So is my heart
Frozen light, I feel so cold,having frozen mind I know I have to decide Frozen space; my empty veins, my unspoken prayers. The grateful sin: suicide
When silence fell Over the earth The war has ended But what's it worth When silence fell Over the day The living colours Were torn away When silence
me Mentally killed by the noise of a leaf falling on ice Confusion in my brain it's no use stopping the thinking engine I listen to the silence fear lives
de ses demons passe par la passerelle de l?exploration partielle des parcelles de la demence. Tant pis si la passion place la raison sous silence. Tant
out and grab it. So cruelly she teaches me like a child how to start a fire to burn myself, and it would burn me like a torch. Let the silence swallow
hear the door-bell ring and suddenly the panic takes me the sound so ominously tearing through the silence I cannot move I'm standing numb and frozen
hear the door-bell ring and suddenly the panic takes me The sound so ominously tearing through the silence I cannot move, I'm standing Numb and frozen
Where you would walk through sparkling spheres, On strangest drugs and without fears You feel just like a little girl And all your dreams lie frozen on
Twilight on the frozen lake North wind about to break On footprints in the snow Silence down below. You're beautiful beyond words You're beautiful to
To a half a day's shift with no reason. Then the shaft was soon shut And more work was cut, And the fire in the air, it felt frozen. 'Til a man come
slangin' them drugs Givin' up shots out to the glock glock Eighty eight to the ten five, Them killas be pumpin' them slugs, Niggas be fiendin' me daily, Me silence
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
all the right dudes on the bridge When I get in, the captian seek Sorta liek James Kirk, but my name's Work-MATIC Here to adjust, the pros oppose to gettin froze
air and grab my crotch Who am I? Michael, keep the music on a cycle So we can finish up and flow in your fro (?) Word out This is called frozen style
child's praye in the night Guitar player Ancient wise satyr Sing your ode to my cock Caress it's lament Stiffen and guide us, we frozen Lost cells
