You wanna die,no sir! you wanna live?!,yes sir!,you wanna quit?!!,no sir you wanna go to another school??!! no sir!! Why? 'cause i have place to go!!!
Release this fury Malediction Cursed existance Writhing in this life of dissent Pain for pleasure Pain for adoration Pain is to godliness Bleeding for
Beasts awaiting, restless Circus victims panic struck Hunger spawns bestial frenzy Commencement of the feast By the sign of the cross Whips crack Centurians
Naught within this circle All but emptiness expelled I am deep in wicked And whore to demons works Master - I call thee Master - Surround me With evil
Bred from the bowels Sheep one and all Bound by the doctrine of lies To fucked human shit, I shout blasphemy! As I make my way thru to The promised land
(letra: Salazar /Lagos /musica: Loaiza ) Zaturno espacial mafia / representando la escuadra de TdG como 100 megatones en el acto /pow para !! las cuchillas
I ride the morning train People come and go So many different faces As the city passes by I watch their tired eyes Journeys never made Broken dreams of
I want to go to heaven so I build myself a tower a lonely pillar on the plain for no one else but me I want to taste the clouds between my sharpened
i have devils on my mind and the hour's getting late there's nothing more to have i'm waiting for the day the weeks are passing by thinking of the
I'm a thousand people From day to day We are all airborne Without ground control I call my name In the maelstrom I'm not givin' in So don't you give
A billion words ago The sailors disappeared A story for the children To rock them back to sleep A million burning books Like torches in our hands A fabric
Time is like a bullet from behind I run for cover just like you Time is like a liquid in my hands I swim for dry land just like you Time is like a blanket
Like crusades across the infinite, night swallowed light Cursed were the minions rebellion, An image of the serpents creation Reveal and enter the passage
The satellites are out tonight With grace Tracks of motion Heat on cold Fast on slow Consumer Hello The satellites are out tonight Like dancers Locked
life consuming peace celebrate each day of the blind god who feels everything spotless filter of background noise glide from dream to dream on a quest
so I reach inside the raging galaxy and grab some small glittering oddity such a creation - so crippled and deranged a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic
We find our songs in fashion magazines We read the story in the morning paper I touch their hearts and they touch my skin I'm on your screen and you are
we demand a change of seasons aurora painted black elemental subtraction the presence lost it's time for those yet to witness for those yet to see breathe