We call it television. it could be used as the greatest form of mass communication of knowledge that exists in the present day. however, what we see
suppress the material evidence that our planet is being visited by a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the grays Tune in to channel zero
There are times to joke There are times to be serious Anytime you might see You can die for nothing You could fall alone Anyone would agree with me
I walk alone My feelings have grown old It's beginning of the end Leaving this world behind... behind Big wall's surround a world I build up for myself
We gotta slow down the speed The less we have is the more you need We gotta cut off the speed While the engines burn beneath our feet We're running
I was born to conquer Pushed by the wind and sea Permission by the kingdom of Spain Opened soiled doorways to my liberty And as we sailed we roamed We
Little piece by little piece I trap you down on your knees Deeper and deeper again You call on me, you need me Call on me again, call on me Anyway you
Nowadays people have to be confronted Visually, before they start worrying About the problems which they refuse to see As non-existent or overrated newspaper
At point black well you'll know If you got the balls to win the show So be aware, if you dare cause you're racin towards glory Go on we're on the road
Dive into your angel heart You gotta push it away kick it real hard But don't let it be Do whatever you do to feel free And if they don't understand
Walk the streets of rage On the edge 'coz you're goin' insane Lovin' all the pain Dragged through the mud, the confusion and daze You can't escape it
Wake up the sun's arise Out here it's do or die Live in the mountain holes Defend the ground of your territory Born in the age of stones Rot away flesh
The very first time that I saw you Caressed my mind, attracted my view It happened in the attic of a friend's party I stood on the side of the uninitiated
Help strangers bearing down on me Help no one else can cry for me Help what is going wrong with me Help,
Do you need to feel so empty So full of shit You never been so far And so damn close You wake up, stuck Ready to fuck, somebody up But one day it'll
Blind force, blind fate No innocence, deadly hat This time we're gonna see a fight You'll who's wrong of who's right We will walk on the street of the
Words on the wall greet me They make me feel alive Looking at the door and waiting for dinner but eating dogfood is not my style Lonely, lonely, tonight
Explosion of dynamite emotional suicide We'll bring you as close as we can Universal misery assassination artillery The camera's are making a scan Devil
