Well living in the city puts a lock on your door Oh yeah Uh huh huh And you can't appreciate little Things no more Oh yeah Uh huh huh I can be Jack and
[Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] I laugh at you bible whores Slave bastards you are Living a lie under god I laugh at your Jesus Christ Open
[Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] I seek revenge upon the false I want you dead stabbing killing you flatline I know your names You spread your
[Music: Z. Nilsson, J. Hjelm, D. Dlimi / Lyrics: T. Dahlstrom] I love you Satan, my father, my pride You showed me the right things to do Reject the
[D. Dlimi] [Instrumental]
[Music: J. Hjelm / Lyrics: T. Dahlstrom] Where do you hide now doorknocker Was my door the end of your Jehovah Crusade? I wish you would comeback to
[Music: Z. Nilsson, D. Dlimi]
[Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] You say that he will come once again And his mission is to rule the world Wake up from your dreams Face reality
(Intro: D. Dlimi / Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics: T. Dahlstrom] You pray to god every night when you are in bed You want your god to come and take your
[Music: D. Dlimi / Lyrics: T. Dahlstrom] You invoke your god You kneel before the crucifix Praying loud A thousand prays that don't exist It makes me
[Music: D. Dlimi / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] Hell seeker I walk through fire To fulfill my morbid desire I escape this flesh I escape this world As I walk
[Music: Z. Nilsson, D. Dlimi / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] Kill, how many do I have to kill To get rid of them I see them telling lies In every church they
[Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] Welcome to the burning of souls Burn Betrayed by heaven again God avobe is just a fake Nothing he promises
[Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] Hell unleashed now we dominate Years of darkness demons full of hate Angels die they suffer the lambs of god
Lungo le spiagge dell'Adriatico playboy di serie che passeggiano atteggiamenti da superuomo mi fanno ridere, troppo ridere. Juke-box che suonano senza
Mh!... mh!... mh!... mh!... mh!... mh!... Elena bambola, Elena sss! Elena piccola bambola nel tuo silenzio c'e l'intimita ore infinite che tornano a
Le nuvole che passano parentesi di paranoie assiomi che ci uniscono nell'anima, nella realta Lontano forse a sud la gente parla gia di cosa portera l
Cercami, per favore cercami parlami, per favore parlami guardami oh, non lasciarmi qui sotto dentro il tunnel del mare infinito. Dentro i bar di una