Wanna feel u Wanna touch u Wanna have u Would u be my light? In this night The same bright I feel right So right Love u Wanna hold u Wanna kiss u Would
Baby, can't you see You don't have to Try so hard with me Baby, can't you see You don't have to Talk so loud to me I'll make some time When you're around
why do you rise me above the clouds and I hear the voice of my lust that I hid away from the light only desire can be the wind in my dreams maybe the
Deprived of will Myself I shall kill Three feet in the grave Deprived Decaying soul Lifeless Lifeless Portal of fear In hatred Barren life With ornaments
Gurning Victim - Insane on Pain Bridges Burnt - Future Creamated Cursed by Damnation - Menial Shreddings Across the Vacuum; - The Churning Souls Irrationally
Elapsed chainless activity Timeless contradiction Stand - still movement Born without flesh Nothing is in perspective Smashing ground Conscious, aware
Impersonal whirling Clinical hate Abrupt irritation Morphed (into) anger Pounding exploding Ravishing grimness Completely born and built to loathe Genes
This melody never seemed quite right nothing you could ever sing along to eerie rythms creeping through doors if I close my eyes you won't ever see
Anytime that you fall asleep I'm wide awake Anytime that you leave your house I'm waiting at the gate I'm not angry anymore Come on and show your soul
This melody never seemed quite right Nothing you could ever sing along to Eerie rhythms creeping through doors If I close my eyes you won't ever see me
Stand right up and be your witness 2 Unlimited, oh yeah, we're the fittest Moving, don't dare to be a chicken 'Cause the bass is so finger licking Let
When the sun is burning out And the night is pouring in Now is the time to run, run boy Now is the time to hide There's nobody out on the beach There
Wings of butterfly inside My spirit revives, I feel The horizon is widening the circle My destiny is in the clouds The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his
The scent of roses Embraces me And the Thorn Bird is singing United in suffering Blood trickles from my wounds The stigma of my greed The artificial rose
Confiding thoughts My skin is too loose It covers winged arms Dancing beneath closed eyelids Dancing beneath closed eyelids... The sleeping ancient
Life is like unfinished film Like actors we change our faces Playing our parts is not so easy Under such circumstances I can't say I know myself But
I remember that warmth Which I felt inside Awaken to a new life The temple of unborn child Hollow sounds of world Like an ancient tales Were the prophecies
There is a theory about us What we always never In the background on the shadow Another theory about us Today's evidence taken by the new wave Just like