She told me that she loved but she's gone away. Death's coming. For I know now that no ones safe. She won't escape, she's never going to get away.
Tough shit, you ain't shit. Mutant fucking family gonna eat your baby. Pretty mama in death's grip, watch her kick. Husbands gonna try to and fight
Nobody fucks it up like I do She'll want some more before I'm through Let me in, let me in again and again Can't hold me back baby, don't you know
The children weap at the father's sermon, the lord is alive through his perversions. Your faith, run to your faith, I guess your god works in mysterious
If you thirst when I start to bleed I'll know Its in you If the hunger inside you starts to grow Then you're through If I could end the world
Got a horror growing in the back room. If you wanna be a god, you can die like one too. Watch creation come to life. Watch creation crucify as it turns
Burning up and its getting hotter. No place to shade this flesh that blisters. Sweat, I sweat. salt in my eyes. Can't stop these vultures that are
I don't need a needle for the junk that I'm using, its black blood and I need a transfusion. Wide eyed fucking awake, no time for sleep. No fucking
quiet hours, we talk before the dawn; And the old hearts, they are calling from the shadows, Telling us we must not go, oh but we cannot fight, The power
bout a half an hour Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower But make it in time for shitty re-runs of Rocket Power This is the
[L: Parcharidis / M: Parcharidis, Wolf, Zaios] Knights are the one who own the powers and the skill To bring us back from those cold nights and winters
This is a frozen dawn, a dark hour for my kingdom... Azrael, give me the power to let triumph the evil... Now that my human soldiers running away...
Who will be the first to fall in trance In here nobody is sensing the rain Tonight a spirit will glance So as they're approaching ghostly hour Seven people
VERSE 1: How some bwoy a talk so Like a dem one get di power When pum-pum dem a devoura Eat di girl like dem a flour Sex di girl dem the hour Mek
quiet hours, we talk before the dawn And the old hearts, they are calling from the shadows Telling us we must not go, oh, but we cannot fight The power
rate of four to the seventh power. Well I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five; come up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour
boy too much, no, no you just loved the boy to well, Farewell So you live from day to day, and you dream about tomorrow, oh. And the hours go
, Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel ...Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme Som Fryckt i Natten vA¦ver Skald de ffromme atter falme The spell did breake and gave release To hours
