Vertaling: Koos Alberts. Ik Verscheurde Je Foto.
Intro: (*numerous men speaking*) (Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances
Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city To the best of our ability Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the Interests
I just believe in myself No one to trust No one to believe in But I cannot win this fight by myself I need some help And I need it quickly You've started
[Incomprehensible] Blood on skin, so pale Stained and cold There's something I've wanted For so long The taste of flesh Hunger for blood Sever the skin
By Myself, I'm Here Alone In Tears, Now Days And Weeks Gone By Still It Feels The Same, I Wonder What Made It Go Wrong Loneliness And Silence And My
Well, I went down to your house Just the other day Only to discover You had gone astray Torn apart Torn apart Torn apart Torn apart Well, I called you
The broken hearts and torn up letters Girl you just can't dance forever If you want to make it better Her hands are in her pockets and she's scared to
An excursion in science Becomes a bloodbath hosted by nature A closer look at life Slashed, dismembered and eaten raw Feast for the wild Mauled Chewed
Through the turnstile, concrete jungle, sterile habitat of iron. Symbol of brutality like supermarkets, missile silos. Man puts up more barriers, creates
Rise, ablaze, libidinous, Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeon's confer Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea Serrated mountains
I know, I should have told you I was so afraid you'd leave And now there's nothing left to say Well, nothing that you'd believe I never meant to hurt
Y como un extrano salgo a caminar Por las calles silenciosas del suburbio va mi alma Solitaria entre el mundo y las veredas viejas Buenas noches me digo
I know I should have told you I was so afraid you'd leave And now there's nothing left to say Well nothing that you'd believe I never meant to hurt you
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Head severed Torn off flesh Limbs ripped off Pile of gore Eyeballs are punctured Ears and nose cut off Internal organs Gutted and eaten Head is cracked
HAPGOOD: Tear up those records. FAY: What? HAPGOOD: What's the easiest way to get rid of a nurse? Get rid of her patients. Tear 'em up. I'll show
Feast your eyes on It reflects on Can't pertain to Can't belong to Vicious cycle Faultless conflict Self-preserving Birth in regress In the midst of