Soy el Ciclope, ?quien me llamo?, ?Quieren muerte? Yo se las dare Soy el Ciclope, el ejecutor, ?quieren muerte? Yo se las dare Vengo a matar a todos
save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit. i'll burn in hell and be through with it. ive got a life. it aint big, but its a life. and ive
[Parole - Osacr & Daniel Souto] Surveilles et analyses Chaque mouvement enregistre ?closion de l'intimite Benefique pour l'humanite Un faux mouvement
Spring, 196 A.D. (C.E.) [Centurion Decianus Varus:] Alea iacta est! Emperor Publius Helvius Pertinax has fallen victim to the assassin's blade. As I
We all have secret lives In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing dovn, Sliding
Cyclops woman got one eye in her head Mascera-clotted vision she is fed Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin-prick-spiral hole She can
Watchout, Cyclops is loose Beware, Cyclops is loose Watchout, Cyclops is loose Beware, Cyclops is loose On the seas of the lost horizon Where blood
You are lifeless, and you can't see beyond, your addiction, that has you holding on, to worthless courage, you were the only one, that I had faith in
Cyclops woman got one eye in her head Mascara-clotted vision she is fed Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin prick spiral hole, yeah
Save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit I'll burn in hell and be through with it. I've got a life, it ain't big but it's a life. I've got
verse1: Theres Mr Mangle he was caught in a vine he followed the leader but now he's flipped out he had a good angle sleeping with angel She slipped into
We all have secret lives In our secret rooms Living in our movies Humming our own tunes Living life in camera When the night is closing dovn Sliding
Tom the happy pretender One eye on the mend One eye on his watch His parents told him Don't worry, Tom, there's plenty o' jobs in the big city but with
Reptile race crossbred down Through the golden age, human haze Lemurian throne taken and usurped By the alien drones, controlled and honed Atlantian
What you try to do to me? It seems to come so naturally How you annoy me How you destroy me And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone But don't mind
Two French sisters on a DC-10 sped from Dallas. Just imagine them: peppering their respected speeches with commas and cupids and I-Don't-Wanna's, I-Don