that are judged in here too Belong to society by following the rules Belong to society with no way to choose Belong to society by following the rules
Käännös: Rotten Sound. Seuraa.
envy in me I'm wantin' your soul to burn in hell And dwell and tell the past who put you there Your family was soon to follow As I complete my intro
[Music: Mika, Keijo, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Xena] The raped son of god I was The bastard son, named as j. christ Remembered as a pitiful lord Who enslaved
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Jorma, Keijo] Like they wear you wear Like they think to do you do Like they act you act Like they don't think you
not to think out loud Until they swallow Whisper things into my brain Your voice sounds so hollow I am not a leader of men Since I prefer to follow
, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
was a country by the sea, but I cannot say for certain, whether it was part of a lonely isle, or merely some coastal region. A landing-stage of rotten
not to think out loud until they swallow Where's the thing to my brain you always sound so hollow I am not a leader of men since I prefer to follow Do
single chew from your mind Understanding the facts, getting behind the scene Realizing and feeling (the) utter certainty When your head is a servant the body shall follow
[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound] [Lyrics: Keijo] Yaaaah! The bath we live in, It's fucking contamined... Call the cleaner, call the firemen! I want to get
, you're sounding like me, might we Step outside and settle this I cause catastrophes I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing Demolishing, you and your following
not to think aloud Until they swallow Whisper things into my brain Your voice sounds so hollow I am not a leader of men Since I prefer to follow Do you
stoundingly, you're sounding like me, might we Step outside and settle this I cause catastrophes I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing Demolishing, you and your following
my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow Cause while
THERE WILL BE NO DECEIT (MY FEET I CRUSH. THE FLESH I CUT AWAY, SO AS TO NOT PRODUCE THE SOUND OF THEIR PRESENCE ON ROTTEN GROUND) BAPTIZED IN VITRIOLIC
[M: Q, ROTTEN SOUND] [L: G] Orders from authority taken with no doubt Over everything agreed Deaf, blind, mute and cold You're following the mind which
