Out of the gutter they rise, the rats follow their God A child without a soul wounded from torn apart archangel glorious wings Hypnotic purity, kneel
las puertas, una a una he de cerrar Que tu de aqui no sales vivo Eres mio y de nadie mas Eres mi lleno en mi vacio Mi vicio terminal... al, al, al...
Something is slowing me down. It makes its way through my arms, And through these fatigued worn fingers In fury-fevered lashings of the claw. I somehow
void as life expires But like grains of sand they are blown astray On a terminal voyage On a terminal voyage they sail On a terminal voyage they sail
be bright but I confess I never cared Terminal boredom, terminal boredom A pee-chee stained with drool is lying on the stairs Terminal boredom, terminal
always play to win Wanna fit in like a cog In the faceless machine [Chorus] I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal
I don't want to stop You are more than I could ever want in anyone I feel lucky just to hold you hand And if anyone tries to tell you that I dont want
[I need to rest. I am tired.] [Me:] Take this bitter wine away, My Lord, Thy love is gall to me Thy hand crushes my soul and makes me be The man I must
Diagnosis terminal My life is ending soon I know This diagnosis terminal Alone forevermore Disbelieving Terminal leads me back into eternity Empty
space You?re a thing that once shone And you still shine bright In the darkest night Though you?re already gone You have travelled so far My terminal
Privileged youth with unreal hate Aimed right at you What are you fighting for? You're a cancer without a cure I've fucking earned everything that
another addiction to dread?" myself replies, with a glimmer in her eyes: "we could always do push-ups instead". terminal, je t'aime, i love you terminal
been choked oppressed god owns god cheats god lies god hates god kills god slays the pressure on humanity has risen beyond control we are leading evolution into termination
future frozen and grim Or of a quick death brought here on a whim Why are we here does anyone know Why are we here at the terminal show The blind king
even movement's separated My pivotal knowledge is outdated I wear my brain dead on my feet Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal
siempre supe que vas a diez mil pies sobre mi me gustaba contar que conmigo eras feliz que ibamos a volar y ahora estoy aqui Y tu no estas en la terminal
In through the maze through your reflection, We enter from a terminal connection