i skate with the rodents run with the birds give with the pen all notes and words i may seem gone now it may seem absurd but melodies don't die our song
Darkness surrounds us soon will descend Grey decay living dead dark are the days ahead Conserve that precious hatred for later Dark are the days ahead
Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music till you feel
Patim evo deset dana hej hej hej sve zbog cure svog jarana curo hej majko moja umrijet cu zbog nje majko moja umrijet cu zbog nje zna svo selo i njen
She had nut painted arms that were hers to keep And in her fear she sought cracked pleasures ?The passion of lovers is for death?, said she Licked her
A decade in the making, ten years born through anger From fantasy to reality and into the mind Prospered and fallen We've open doors that seem forever
I lost my lover, come set me free, come fill me up, with extacy, surround my heartbeat, with your fingertips unbound my feet, untie my wrists, come
We praise the Savior Observe the ten commandments Confess our sins For time immortal Man's mind gets inspired By gift and faculty divine Blind superstition
It's poetry carved in flesh This beautiful hell of ours To the deadliest sin we confess (Tears of joy fill our eyes) We are saved with its bigotries My
[Chorus:] Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop 'til it grooves ya, and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music 'til
Ever since I was a baby, I never knew, if there was any superior power. I'm a grown man, and I still don't know. I will be the only one you'll ever trust
That concentrated gaze you gave my eyes I've never looked this deep into myself before And I'm pretty sure that I'm only human, then again I could be
Hate me, slate me Despise and berate me All your prayers Will not keep me away Gore me, floor me Insult and abhor me It won't hurt me Because I'm here
We praise the saviour Observe the ten commandments Confess our sins For time immorial Man's mind gets inspired By gift and faculty divine Blind superstition
A decade in the making, 10 years born through anger, From fantasy to reality and into the mind, Prospered and fallen, We've open doors that seem forever
Woman say, woman say That we can make it on our own now Looking good, looking super fine We can be alone now Come on, come on Because we can do this
My God be upheld in our distress My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air the fangs of suffering tear at my bosom and refuse to release their hold
