Käännös: Hero Dishonest. Syöpä.
I know that they're inside me Waiting to multiply And I want them out of there I've got a butcher knife I'll keep cutting 'til I find them 'Cause I want
I won't settle down, I can't settle down I won't cut it out, I won't quit I'm not trying hard, I not getting well I'm not improving, I won't do anything
Everything'll be alright again Alright again, alright again The heart is stronger than you think Like it could go through anything And even when you
There's a simple diagnosis for this vicious symbiosis feel the growth of rogue psychosis we are the cause - we are the cure Across each continent and
Pictures with stagnant cancer, images of brutal man, vasecting, seething, despising, beaten red faces extreme, run the streets, find the lame, red hands
First verse:(wordsworth) Someday U say, U hate music Someday U say, Y love it. Like on guy i saw. He didn't stand this noisy thing at all. He just wanted
Not a crumb of dirt anywhere we are all alone here and we are dead. Not a crumb of dirt anywhere we are all alone here and we are dead. I am a prophet
Hey Jen It?s me again Tell me, how ya doin? I know It?s been a year or so It?s like I died or somethin? The weekend just went by so quickly And now
Der Mann: Hier diese Reihe sind zerfallene SchA¶sse und diese Reihe ist zerfallene Brust Bett stinkt bei Bett. Die Schwestern wechseln stündlich.
Saw some guy on the TV yesterday He's selling poison by the ton "How can you do such a thing?" a woman asked And he replied, "Well, the secret is to hook
You knew it all, Inside your head was graceful. You knew suffering was fair. Thank you much. Do we deserve this type of fate? I need this now. Do we
Confess before Jesus The word of God knows more than you do Confess before Jesus So blind if you pray Lost another day Get off your knees Do something
Kill them, for they must die Mongers of the greatest lie Burn them, for sins they scar (The) Followers not leaders in war Left to rot is their faith
The Madness festers... more potent than ever before Ancestors... those I once adored Bear witness to their sons! The blasphemies I beheld...the soil
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat Down in the bottom of our chests, about
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American h Feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe
I love to smoke. I love to smoke and I love to eat red meat. I love to eat raw fucking red meat. Nothing I like better than sucking down a hot steaming