here, and thats my goal. You've always tried to run away... ...but i'm in your dreams - and i'm alive! Whoa ha ha... I rule your dreams! I am your - NIGHTMARE
get away from here and that's my goal You've always tried to run away But I'm in your dreams and I'm alive I rule your dreams I am your nightmare
Traduzione: Ipocrisia. Incubo.
of generation three isosceles Logical geometry, illogical melodies Integrated with memories that mix melodically Beyond the insight of what a modern-day monkey sees Get chopped in three for pathetic hypocrisy
is too huge to contemplate, Yet for all people the reality looms constantly in nightmares. In the nuclear state we are expected to accept those nightmares
lies that torture you to death The end of compromise; you're found to be unfit You cannot be believed and now the truth for all be told The veil of hypocrisy
let the emptiness swallow the weak and winds of vengeance rise the blind will follow dead call when we will rule our earth again hypocrisy falls we bring
wisdom A well received hypocrisy, deliver me from hell Rage! Fire! Born of your desire Rain! Fire! In the blackest night The child sleeps in ivory sheets A live nightmare
terrorists or freedom fighters? And Paul Revere the famous night rider And Andrew Jackson the Indian killer A movie of his life could be a nightmare thriller
:] Mouth so big and ass so tight but no ounce of balls behind it's a shame you walk upright Words don't hide hypocrisy your true colours I can see a real nightmare
The man divine", two-faced pharisee He's not just shadow in your fantasy In every second man his eyes can be seen Alas, his truth is not a cure for hypocrisy
self) With no way out ...Alive Tired of the empty promises of a new brighter dawn Tired of all your fucking lies, that you keep preaching on Tired of all the hypocrisy
There's no mercy for me, no crying myself to sleep No mercy for me, nightmares have become my dreams No mercy for me, good morning reality Will I wake
or freedom fighters? And Paul Revere the famous night rider And Andrew Jackson the Indian killer A movie of his life could be a nightmare thriller Hand
[Lyrics: Morgan Thorn, Geoff Thorpe] Freakshow circus, hit parade, nightmares walking The kids on the Haight, they're begging for change Without even
