Strangers just the other day Walked right up and asked your name Vodka in the afternoon Drunk so much we left our food Ebony now here we go, moving
Die Rahmenkasten haben andere Formen in jeder Ebene jeder Schicht Sie sind angefullt mit milchig-gelben vollgesaugten Zellkulturen Es lagert sich an
Couleur ebene Douleur et peine Un jour tu ris un jour tu pleures Un jour tu vis un jour tu meurs Couleur ebene Douleur et peine Noir et blanc
I feel worried that my brain is just a fool in your sick game So I will never open my heart I try to express how I feel But it changes every day and so
Leonie a le torticolis Leonie a descendu la nuit Leonie monte sur son pony Ici y?a moi, ici y'a moi Elle n'est pas la Du haut du mat La vigie me crie
Chissa perche una salita vista dall?altro somiglia tanto a una discesa Chissa perche una discesa vista dal basso somiglia tanto a una salita Chissa
Killing reads on your face We know the kill, will arise Fear starts behind your gun Something to serve... load your arm Look at the dead while hate still
Where's the muses cave The isle of the dead The sign of Eph is gone So is the sun Tired and confused I sail into the night With the devil at my shoulder
We were lyin' on the prairie, on Slaughter's ranch one night. With our heads upon our saddles, and a campfire burnin' bright. Soon we fell to talkin'
My mind's a gun, a loaded gun Another month has come and gone I'm getting lost, lost in time A plain above I lost inside Oh oh oh... You're number one
Beer makes you weary But you need something to get along You stare at the flatness Beside the dark home They'll not hear you whisper This isn't where
Dans la plaine il est cinq heure a pein on dit des gens d'ici qu'ils sont des indigenes si tu n'est pas d'ici ce n'est pas la peine que tu te la ramene
Nona:] Se trata del nivel... [Juaninacka:] Se trata del nivel... [Nach:] Se trata del nivel... [Trio:] Se trata del nivel, hip hop en los platos, 3 de
[Puto Largo] Si, paum, paum, dispara con tus pistolitas, este es mi round, ?tienes down?, cierra la boquita, puta dinamita os mando, soy un vietnamita
Head bowed irreverently with the cold blade resting on my neck. Quiet time, tow the line, a time and place for everything. "There is a season," "a time
[music: Mameli, Uterwijk] [lyrics: Foddis] Sceptical research of mind control Fear of philosophical consequences Theories given to master and use the
The sinners masquerade An asylum for the weak A feast for the wolf Our faces lost in the deep Empty space our souls to keep The hour of twilight As silent
One by one, stings my eyes Each is gone, each a disguise Smiling, so aware Precious moments so rare Boiled thoughts, evaporated - gone. Can't bear the