I want Run away I don't Wanne stay Have you ever felt This fear ? Narrowness On all my ways Everywhere And all the days Too close It's stabbing my mind
They call me murderer I feel that knife They don't really care It was the assailant Who killed my wife I just see despair Welcome now In my mind Tell
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See what we've done Now It's too late to run We pay our sins The end it brings Suffering everywhere Pollution in the air Breathing our own waste Tell
Fly's trough the universe An evil horror With an unholy course Build up of Gas Ice and stone Deep from the dark Deep from the cold From the silence
nowhere to flee It's an illusion of your own reality Playing you tricks, faking your sense Tryin' to make your mind dense Confusing Pictures flashing Fucking your
for them You feel Just desguise Where is the god You pay for They want controll Your life and death They want controll Your birth and Your funeral Your
Deep down in your subconscious mind There is something grown to which your access is denied The darkness brings it to light When you fall asleep you
Deathmachine brings your end Human skulls pierced on his back He is send on earth to attack Pain will come over the land Deathmachine brings your end
Standing with your back to the wall And no one hears your silent calls Your will to survive is fading away Never you will see another fucking day ... Your
20] Guy From Alabama: You wanna have a circle-jerk? Aynsley: The who? Guy From Alabama: Circle-jerk. Aynsley: A circle jerk? What's that? Guy From Alabama
the day I'll make your day out of play doh, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth,
DONG! DONG! I mean dong, that's what your minchia is! Aynsley: Your which? Guy From Alabama: A minchia! Aynsley: You mean your dick? Guy From Alabama: You put your
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile (And the next generation) Verse Two: Scarface Now as I open up my story, put the blaze in your
:20] Guy From Alabama: You wanna have a circle-jerk? Aynsley: The who? Guy From Alabama: Circle-jerk. Aynsley: A circle jerk? What's that? Guy From Alabama
