Men are waiting patiently Remove me from the scene A sea of faceless souls in suits A sight for eyes, like thumbs Sore crooked and bow and foul relief
Traduction: L'extrémité de réception des Sirènes. Venona.
Men are waiting patiently; Remove me from the scene, A sea of faceless souls in suits. A sight for eyes, like thumbs; Sore, crooked, and bow and foul
No mercy for the bad if they want it No mercy for the bad if they plead No mercy for the bad if they need it No mercy from me Tell no truth and tell
Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal And you never had a chance Love it, or leave it, you can't understand A pretty face, but you do so carry
[First Verse] If it's on I'll kill my own like a Civil War This EBK, what the fuck should I be civil for? It's over, pour into my bullet tips Split you
[Chorus: Nickelus F] We looking for some j... We looking for some j,.. You better tuck your women cause We looking for some j,.. We looking for some j
Verse 1: Ever heard of Vertigo? Well ain't no way else to go Prevail knows the faculties, our poison lay you vertical It's only murder for every small
VERSE; WE COME BEFORE YOU To heal our broken hearts We've been dis- appointed By other deeply Lord We ask you to heal our hearts Take away the
Hey my name is not you're business to know when I call you I'm not silenced people have a way of messing with minds it's a venom of violence hit me
A lot of folks do well enough leavin' well enough alone But that was never true for me and you Livin' like the characters in "Like A Rolling Stone"
Sister, I'm not much a poet but a criminal And you never had a chance Love it or leave it, you can't understand A pretty face but you do so carry on And
We were spitting venom At most everyone we know If the damned gave us a road map Then we'd know just were to go Now let it drop Let it all drop Let it
We come to Your throne with weeping We come to Your throne with sorrow and shame We come to Your throne with weeping We come We come to Your throne with
Come hear the moon is calling, The witching hour draws near, Come hear the bell is tolling, Mortals run in fear, Prepare the altar now and hear the
Her venom makes me strong Stronger than I am on my own Before too long I'll wake up to it gone Wondering how I ever was happy Hot venom is mixin' with
Die Nacht wie schwarzer Samt Die Stimmen fremd im Wind Geheimnisvoll und schwer Das Licht so unerreicht Gibt es denn etwas was Ich von mir selbst nicht