Is this goodbye? Well, you'd be better off dead Than lying here alone I'm desperately waiting For the beating of my heart It just won't come Unless you
Who is this, trapped inside of me? An unfamiliar, violent breed Raping innocence, vestal mutilation Razor seduction, slicing devastation My body twists
[1st verse] I was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried
I am walkin' in the blast rays of the setting sun Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high, swinging my gun I say this little boy is angry, I say
Once again a glimmer of hope burns away Another part of me rots again, dies again Back into the darkness so lonely, I survive Cursed again to wander,
This twisted wretched place shadowed By the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely
Here's one for all the scum The objects of our furious rage The ones that we can live without Those who drive us fucking insane The Nazi scum, we curse
From the Golden seat of Ramses to the ending of the sacred Nile The pharaohs of this ancient land the deserts cross countless miles Inside the labyrinth
Kiss this girl of stone My regrets are thin and corse They are soaked outside the sea This ship has sailed through fantasy Create this beautiful... memory
Besar esa boca es toda una aventura, donde hago piruetas y empiezo a caer. Besar esa boca no tiene clemencia. Besar esa boca es jugar y perder. por eso
Eyeless in eternal time For I have worm the moon shine Burn away daylight glimmer With my nocturnal senses Winds have come for me Winds have come to
------ Maudit! Di notte voglio entrare nei segreti tuoi E voglio costruire una fortezza senza inganni Saro` il corto circuito nella stanza dei bottoni
Wherever you go, He'll bring sorrow. Cursed creature, Death in both eyes; One look from him And beauty dies. Cursed creature, Hands on his ears. We
The city of angels is filled with apparitions Ghosts, Musicians and Politicians All waiting to shake your hand But they'll stab you in the back baby Just
All the guys That really have the money Are too old To have a good time with it Too old to turn the women on Too old to have a fast car and drive it
Cursed to be born Beautifil, poor and female There's none that suffer more She's the queen of the bees That buzz in the bars Fresh as a strawberry And
Well you're a good man Albert Brown And you was wounded in the war And though you shot some people down You're still a good man Albert Brown Well you'
Tell me what to do with all this anger and hate Tell me why i cant look into the mirror and see my face all the things we have been saying to the ones