Pick up the phone and call in dead to work If you never go back, I promise it won?t hurt Don?t give tomorrow another look Rip up your license burn your
I eat yuppies for breakfast With an appetite bigger than Texas Wish my 3rd grade teacher could see me I kill cops cuz I watch too much T.V. Every time
I wake up with my shoes on And my whole life thrown around the room And I swear like a sailor As I choke on smoke and cheap perfume I?ve been here, I
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It was me, peering through the looking-glass. Beyond the embrace of Christ. Like the secret face within the tapestry. Like a bird of prey over the crest
[Celtic Frost cover] After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality
There it was. The final destiny. A sunrise that never came, still the night lamp that never faded away. Farewell was the word, and the afterglow was
Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting, long enough for our last breath of life. You stare at nothing, right through me, at times resembling the Devil
A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew. She held her breath for a moment, to pause off the stream. Still clinging to vast, old memories. And
[Iron Maiden cover] Unchain the colours before my eyes, Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies. Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher, I shall
Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand.
And as they say, grief is only able to possess. The rotting body clad in ancient clothes is left behind with a wave of the hand. I have gone away. The
White summer. So far I have gone to see you again. Hiding your face in the palm of your hands. Finding solace in the words I do despise. You snatch at
Deserted again. You speak to me through the shadows. Walking in closed rooms, using cold words. Captured by the night. The yearning escapes from my embrace
Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same
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