born of lust's disguise No home without it's sire Break out the tomb, the self-made womb No faded flick, no gray desire No home without it's sire And
my wings Tearing through the night Death's taking his toll The searing heat Burning eyes, fury and fire A forest of torn victims The lies I sire My
me Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Man is the sire
brooms at me Oh, you tireless watcher, what have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Man is the sire of
me Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? ([Antagonists:] Man is the sire
Baby love Oh! I have Pretty baby Baby... U and I U and I U and I U and I Uh! Honey I tell u what I want from u Baby I'm looking for someone Baby what
a small man's worth is laid down by his side a small man's worth can't weigh much than pride your scales have turned and made a beggar out of me soft
(Paroles : Pierre Grange / Musique : JC Vivron - Sire) Today on the news channel They showed how people get broke A model talked about Chanel I was
(Paroles : Pierre Grange / Musique : Sire) My girlfriend heard it at 10 am Between two coffes and an "aspirine" The news were talking about methedrin
(Paroles : Pierre Grange / Musique : Sire) She says "I ain't cold" Never had to learn (bis) She says, she wasn't bold Just had to run (bis) She says
(Paroles : Jane Basson / Musique : Sire) Claire goes to work each morning with her head up her ass No-one pays her much attention, no-one even thinks
(Paroles : Sire - Chris R / Musique : Sire) Close your eyes in your bath And try to catch the soap A cigarette in your hand It's helpness Glide, glide
(Paroles : Pierre Grange / Musique : Sire) Some people want to be Dollar singers Bomb dealers Cop killers Popular leaders Some others wanna be Cheer
(Paroles : Vero de Launay / Musique : Benjamin Sire) I close my eyes can't stand no more Those fat smiling and greedy people They think they know me
(Paroles : Sire et musique : Sire) I know Death is difficult to live I Know You thought I was eternal I used this word but we are dependent On our ultimate
(To Cecile T) (Paroles : Sire - Dickinson / Musique : Sire) She's my man State versus action We are what we are But the action is dependent on the
of my wings Tearing through the night Death's taking his toll The sear in heat Burning eyes Fury and fire A forest gone Torn victims The lies I sire
Trapped in a gang mentality. Caught up in what we think we're supposed to be. And all the while you're not really free. Because "tyranny is tyranny, let
