agony visions of grotesques deformities remembrance of forgotten memories to dwell and rot in purgatory I shall never rest peacefully in this world of never ending
This man was born a king to be' The virgings with their herbal spice, they kissed my face to say goodnight. The holy mother bowed her head mumbling: 'Do not forget this
at ronnie scott's jazz club, london - 1/31/95) - james hetfield (metallica - from the album "master of puppets") Dealing out the agony within
your demise Moral speculation, some other poor bastard's life The system has fucked up, left this hollow void There will be no comfort, this sickness
The face I'm beating with my fist Is pulverized and turned to shit So all that's left when he is gone Is skin and blood and pulp and bone This fucker
is all around us Sanctus Espiritus, is this what we deserve? Can we break free from chains of never ending agony? Are they themselves to blame, the misery
[Originally by Metallica] Dealing out the agony within charging hard and no one's gonna give in Living on your knees, conformity or dying on your feet
That is if what you're doing is helping and it's not like you know until you uh? Reach the ending She wanted my agony agony agony agony in her body
Not much changes in our lives With every dawn another sunrise A never ending cycle in our minds Never once did we stop to think What if this all came
Dealing out the agony within Charging hard and no one's gonna give in Living on your knees, conformity Or dying on your feet for honesty Inbred, our
in a waking dream Where my weakness will become a sin I'm holding onto terror, it's my guiding light It's gonna pull me out of my mind A never ending
, from this life I am saved You've destroyed all I've made What will become of my legacy I don't know why I even bother Ending it all is the only answer
home. How are we deserving this pain we are feeling? How are we deserving this pain with healing? And on trails these symphonies of agony... Cant
from his horn Now I am gone and no one cares Will someone of them ever mourn Sorrow and pain, never-ending agony The mourner's tale my requiem Always this
(hard way), this is the human condition. There is nothing that can be said to stop us from making mistakes. When I look to myself as a source of ending
Use your euphemisms but the reality remains This is still genocide by any other name Too much agony and bloodshed for the perpetrators to hide Too much
the face I'm beating with my fist is pulverized, and turned to shit so all that's left when he is gone is skin and blood and pulp and bone this fucker