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WERKELMANN Mit einem purpurroten Leichenkarren wollen 4 Tote in die Kreisstadt fahren. Ganz abgezehrt das Gaulgespann, das munter vor die Karre sprang
He had a stroke at the age of 24 It could have been a brilliant career Painting lines in a school that was too well known Painting lines with a friend
I plot your rubric scarab, I steal your satellite I want your wife to be my baby tonight I choose to steal what you chose to show And you know I will
All of a sudden The watch shouted out: "It's time to prepare cause the Ireland shores are in sight" A christian town is in our reach We're ready And
He is back, for the revenge So cruel and mean He is a killing machine Just waiting for his Pray to show Hear his call, he will kill Just for the thrill
All these fashionschanges passes by I see them rise and take control Just to fade out and die From love to hate and boots of steel I don't care what
Our ancestors saw this holy man Golden cross around his neck He was promising eternal life 9th century christian missionary: "I promise to take your
For idiots life Seems to be a game A constant hunt For grace and fame I hear them laugh And I think to myself My life was meant For something else My
Oceans of sadness Overflows me Feels like I'm leashed And can not move Depression entering my lungs And as I choke it graps my soul It feels like I am
Welcome to the night Now when the moon is full It's getting late It's time for bed, you Better sleep Inside your head the nightmare is true The dance
This is our first kill The war has just begun Now you'll see lots of blood Crushing - Blasting No you can not hide away No you will not stay alive Now
Honey, I've been really struggling To think of you and I being friends I blow hot and cold Yeah, I?m like a yo-yo So I don?t think I should see you again
I'm in heaven And you're holding my hand And you were traveling with me through forest and sands I've been innocently here learning your language And
Spent a week in a dusty library Waiting for some words to jump at me We met by a trick of fate French navy my sailor mate We met by the moon on a silvery
A half full moon in Mexico City, I think of you When I saw the Southern Cross, I wished you had too I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew But
James, he came to my place He said he had to see my face He hopes that we can still be friends In his own way, he'll love me til the end And, James,
My life is like a broken record The same shit keeps repeating itself The worst part of my life, and of the record Find comfort in making my life hell
