The language of the lie Barbed and callous tongues shall lick Behind the thinnest doors A web of falsehood so unfolds Humility Pride dissected, maliciously
The language of the lie Barbed and callous tongues shall lick Behind the thinnest doors A web of falsehood so unfolds Humility (Pride dissected, maliciously
Every time I place my hand on her, I can feel him moving, I can hear his heart beating, All the color comes back to his face, Please keep breathing, Keep
There is a void inside and no longer a soul, dementia has begun to take control. Nowhere has become the other side. The body is now prison, there's no
Traducere: The Black Dahlia Murder. Avort.
: The language of the lie Barbed and callous tongues shall lick Behind the thinnest doors A web of falsehood so unfolds Humility (Pride dissected, maliciously
: There is a void inside and no longer a soul, dementia has begun to take control. Nowhere has become the other side. The body is now prison, there's
Every time I place my hand on her, I can feel him moving, I can hear his heart beating, All the color comes back to his face, Please keep breathing,
When the tanks come rollin' in where the hell are your children? liberation is here occupation is an ugly thing instrument of the right wing is this
Stuck on an island of believers and I don't believe in nothin' I'm pretty sure that I'm not crazy demented citizen eternally in sin hate is free, and
We live in a perfect world with drugs and guns we live in a perfect world with prison rapes pimps and thugs we live in a perfect world we live in a perfect
Guilt, it makes the world turn guilt, we feel while cities burn guilt, expensive schemes guilty dreams, this guilt might kill me who's side are we really
For us every thing's alright dance on the ruins in the twilight if the end is near, we can spin the records we hold dear and disregard all the red tape
So this is how you live your life? well every action has a cost like cutting through butter with a hot, hot knife antique of the Third Reich it's no
White night you'll never know if this will be the night that you were chosen to die jungle poison punch three-hundred dead by lunch you'll never see
Taking in another TV fight every night fight to the death with those hungry for love and horny for blood if doesn't matter if I change the station it
