[SHE'S FALLING] On a distant land, far away Intense was the summer heat When fate struck her to the heart Here lies what is left of her body torn and
Won't save you from the flames Your vision of a brand new day Was ravaged by the war Fire is your just reward Ignominy your fate Flames shall feed the
'll never find what I'm after. I seek a release from this web of deciet - now my terror is growing. There is no escape from my fate it's too late - all
Anger strides with swift motion of hurt Feeding this grin of displeasure Stepping-stones of lust are drowned Licking the scars of your fate Background flashing with intensity
your car, You just might end up at the bar And laying down a lawsuit for assault Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you might say his hair is grey but
your work up, get your work up Get your work up, get your work up Get your work up, get your work up Get your work up, get your work up Get your work
preach- they were thrown over cliffs This is not known to exist in the states Or the place where the home is just bliss This song is intense- 'cause it
the side of your neck I thrust my cold steel into your face, your closer to death A twelwe inch blade will help decide your ultimate fate This summons
cos you've fulfilled all your dreams They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs
line, see ya runnin? out of time with the yellow in ya spine we are? (CREWED UP) We ain't playin' war games, this is real and our aim is headed in your
a toast to the whore that you are This, this is the last time I write a song in your name A note without fate I'll turn this around, and I most move
as your heartbeat When only fear is audible screaming your name, dread the last sense that remains in this game Stab my way through religious beliefs, life is
your ear to the street now, put your face in the ground Cuz my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin in intensive my fellas is
this game you got no stature Not even a factor in this Whole shit makes me yawn Snatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn Antonym of urban
Inside The Cyclone Vent, Shadows Of The Moonlite Make Me Feel So Intense, Leash My Teeth Deep Into Your Vein, Draining Your Existance Until Your Body Is
told I'll eat your intensities no matter if you pray or please I'll bring you down to your knees Tonight you're gonna meet your fate You'll try to run
Your body sings Tales of beauty and pleasure Our love spreads pure light Your essence is trapped into my eyes Your thoughts are crystal Intense and so fragile Your
swift motion of hurt Feeding this grin of displeasure The stepping-stones of lust are drowned Licking the scars of your fate Background flashing with intensity