Hey When I lay it all out on the table Don't know what is stopping me From feeling like I might be able To enjoy my own company Sitting up by my window
As your eyes close, I awake. Good night my sweetheart Tonight you'll break down with roses cutting your throat Fallen so perfect. Can you read my desire
(Bolt Thrower cover) As silence roars through gathered masses You stared waiting eagerly Approaching darkness decreasing your life expectancy The
What will it be for lunch this time? Time to satisfy the disgusting human stomach. With elegance to impress my date. See!? I have paid a high price
Step by step and tear by tear you're becoming less sure, yes I know you've lost the plot, but aren't you going to say 'hello'? Oh... I've been down,
Your heart is in your home they say Your home's where you belong But someone stole my heart today So listen to my song... I heard the news today They
Downed, downed out of my head 'Round, 'round out of my head I'm gonna live on a mountain Way down under in Australia It's either that or suicide It'
War! Strike to the holy city Crush jerusalem Torture the followers Of weakening god Let the blood stream Through dirty streets Zionist cancer Faces
J'y peux rien tu m'allumes Rien qu'a me regarder Ca m'excite ca me defonce rien Qu'a te voir danser a mes genoux Comme un ange en danger Tu me le fais
Can?t sleep every night Coming home to a fight Tired of you talking down to me Making me feel like I?m only three Promise me things will get better
Cut him up, boy You've got to cut him up, boy. He's a wicked disgrace, And he said it to your face You better cut him up boy. Take by the teeth, Get
What drives a man to dying to defend; a government that never listened to a single word he said. And when there isn't any threat - does he question their
Well there's a place for me, In the promised land. There's a space for me, Standing by the man. Yeah there's a place for me. But there's no room for
You're just a follower of scenes, A product of TV and magazines. You're just fuckin sheep. Please tell me something that you actually believe, Without
I'm not against freedom of speech, but I'm against freedom to preach. I think we should all believe, in just what we want to believe. There's just one
How many laws were put in place, Simply with the soul purpose to generate; The wages of the people who keep telling us - What's right, what's wrong,
We've fallen asleep, Under the wheels, Of the machine. But the bigger we build - the harder we fall, And all that comes up comes back to the floor, And
It's 14 straights away Just 14 straights away. Underneath the concrete underneath these painted lines, Exists the roots of everything that I've tried