A story told in six parts, Ronin with a baby cart, When you stand at the crossroads of hell, There's no need to tell, Sleep is just a state of mind,
heads buried within the clouds, sickening white rotting corpses at your feet maggot infested devouring greyed out dreams, forgotten devolving into this
Somehow I know we've been here before, Your hands are familiar, your eyes even more so, Whats in store for you and for me, In another world we were meant
I've walked down high streets looking through windows. I've been lost in crowds of strangers. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books,
Don't let them break you. Don't let them tell you who you are. Doesn't matter where you come from, you'll always have a floor to sleep on. And you have
Transcendent fear in the 21st century. Lost in psychic dire straights. With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated, "we walk with faith
I feel the ground moving under my feet, all I know is where I don?t belong. I?m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time.
How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose. But before you point your finger, before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself. How can
We were young heartbreakers estranged from our wealthy parents, doing key bumps in a handicap bathroom. Stoned complacent, ambivalent, mass communicating
You just need to find some place to get away. You can forget your name. And there's no need to apologize. It could be a good life. It could be such
I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain. I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions. I don't know what's going to cure
This is the only voice I know. These are the only words I have. This is the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore. It's the same way
Whoa-oh-oh-oh Vacant lots and boarded up windows Garbage piled up at the curb There's a bank foreclosure notice taped to your front door Who else is
[Sol Invictus cover] Give us our bread and bury our dead And kneel to the cross on the wall Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake Just kneel
Par-dela les brumes et les orages, Ballotte sans treves par les caprices du destin, Il faut rassembler quelques courages, Pour l'avenir et les tempetes
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of
Te acostumbre a estar entre mis brazos A darte horas de placer y de amor Pero he cambiado ya no soy aquella tonta Hoy te quiero solamente para mi Te
Yo no se si fuiste tu, amor Cuantas cosas encontre en ti, oh si Tu mirada se encontro reflejada en mi interior Llenando mi vida de ilusion y de amor
