as a flower eases its way from the sidewalks i see it its color possesses the town creating all the by-standers to frown and they don't know the significance
[Lyrics by Jack and Chris] Prepare to witness a place of gore Of legal dissection and blood on the floor Carved up corpses, in the corner Sliced up by
all these days I'll forever cherish in the confines of my heart the faces of ten years ago like fingerprints on my heart how can I breathe when fear chokes
Vivo cada dia lentamente, muero mientras vivo, de la indiferencia y del amor que se me fue, muero entre mis suenos, me despierto siempre sorprendido,
Where's your god when you need him? Beware, he's deceiving Intimidation, revelation Wipe my ass on its pages Fuck your god with good reason In contempt
Silent screams - Beaten and torn Sanctify - This life of scorn Innocence withdrawn in fear Night grows cold and twilight's near But the light I see is
(Mike Settle) I'm goin' down that highway, goin' to another town. Baby when I find what I'm looking for, well then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't
Go to the window, boy. Become what you would destroy. Feed yourself on disonance. Make your belly grow... and take heed of the cry of all the sirens outside
Every contagiousstrand must be wiped away. Located and declared completely absent. A national vaccaination is underway, to eliminate the presence of infestation
(testo e musica di Giuseppe Tranquillino Minerva) mi dicevo e troppo presto e un inganno del mio specchio solo i treni sono veloci ma le nubi cosi lente
No one can do the things you do, no one 'round here. robot? and industrious voodoo on all the window shades. see, people be undivided? you open your
Remnants strewn upon the ground, drag the carcass withered and brown, sockets crushed powder remaining on the black puss, undead are preying. Pulling
Scars Of Life Are Left Behind What Has Happened To Mankind? Now Our World Is Left In Rubble We Should Have Known We Were In Trouble Vestiges And Decay
Soundless in an overshadowed realm. What gust of wind -breath of god -is ever still? Crumbling; all time is swept away; the fever of memory. Repentance
Barren hills of darkened earth Recollections young and old Butchered, scattered manifold Faded footprints in the snow No demi-wolves with piercing eyes
My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted ass, self tormented, The future seems a rotted ass. I lie detached, sorry for myself Depression is my
A long journey Through hostile clouds Of poisonous dust and killing plasma To reach the nebula of the ancient essence And comprehend the dogma of the
[Mrs. Cozier] There was a time Now far away That now belongs To yesterday But late at night If you believe There are still parts You can retrieve