1,2, 3, Fuck!... I can not look at your face Full of hatred and disgrace, I can not look at your fuckina face... Without strength in my sight & pain
Turn around, what you see? People - robots, life - in chains, Insenity corrupts our minds Earth is dying, worldas demise... & Freedom is just a dream
Rising sun above the sky Murdered bodies all around... What have they done? Look at yourself, where is your wisdom? Do you want to die forever? Why,
Sometimes it comes to me Comes like a burning fever I can see all eternity and understand Doesnt matter if Im dead or living... You have felt this monstrous
Anger in my mind, burning from inside, Anger in my heart, Iam already got... There is nothing new when I look at you, when I see your face Motherfucker
: Oh you will love the suffering We will put you thru Claiming to be the people's prophet Deceiving mad carpenter And now on the way to Golgotha Whipped
Leeland "Via Dolorosa" Версия для печати He traded his crown for a crown of thorns He picked up His cross and laid down His sword He stumbled down the
This is the time where you All should report to the dance floor 112, So So Def Stop, wait a minute, hold up love JD plus 112, add that up now that equals
(Steven Dorff/Milton Brown) I'm waiting for the pain to go away I though maybe that this would be the day At noon I tried a little smile Then I sat
I wish I could fly away From this world today Nobody knows me, Nobody needs me Why am I here when everyone hate me I wish that I could fly
Oh, I sold my heart to you, Babe, like all dreamers do. Feel the shadows of a heartache. Out of reach and out of touch, If I give you, babe, so much
I see him everyday in the same old haunting way From his hiding place wearing his same disguise And this hurting me to know he's hurting someone I love
Pulling away slowly Scurrying on Wending through the land escape An absence of data Void of all emotion Hoping this day is my last Chasing the unobtainable
Vertaling: In die ewigheid. Pyn deur Breathing.
Vertaling: Moravagine. Via Die Pyn.
Vertaling: Mott die Hoople. Die pynlike manier.
Io li no non ci voglio andare Potrebbe ferirmi Potrebbe farmi male Potrei star male per due giorni Potrei vomitarti nel soggiorno Sebbene io soffra non
: Pulling away slowly Scurrying on Wending through the land escape An absence of data Void of all emotion Hoping this day is my last Chasing the unobtainable