Woorden:
Electrocute

of death they can't await I shiver as I hear their words, again and again: CLEAN OUT THE BRUTE! ELECTROCUTE! How can I face my destiny? The Strap-down

it all But now you don't You've got a wicked heart And a see-through soul But now you're all alone Except for me You're a hot wire Just to electrocute

everyone agreed that they were out of place there the town itself... a town without pigeons without trees without gardens out our citizens work hard solely

Have The Devils. This Is Devil Music I quite fancy, being a famous public figure. I quite fancy the role. I find it necessary. Hitherto satirical. Hitherto

we mowed our ways into cemetaries we've earmarked suburbs we've earmarked morgues paris is alive parisians in all the streets paris is alive we turn the

He stepped right out of his shoes and kept walking into the green sunset. The twisted carcasses of slain ice dwarts, icicles forming on their stringy

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

It's curtains for universality, the applause has faded away, and with that damp musty smell, we're left staring at days, hours, weeks, of irreductible

Authorised to kill, fuming with rage Urged by sexual instinct Absurbed massacre, casualties No chance to get away Bloodthirstiness, dismemberment Pathological