after blood innocent gave their live for nothing only rage and hate help me out of my dream let me forgett everything that i saw this night no more desperation
around us Hear our cries Lord let ?em rise [Prayer] Lord, We stand here, As the desperate people Hungry for the things of You Come quiet the storms, That rage
Not without reason have I been wrong Just a few tough demands On a personal friend I could lean on Desperate and selfish, I know that I was We drank
(Roger Taylor) Fucked Again I was born on the twenty second floor of a bird cage I was bound to rock - I was born to rage When your daddy gets drunk
Stop my flight to fight And die And take a stand to change my life So savage with red desperation I clench my hands You draw your claws A hidden rage
bent for disguise I'm screamin Wailin, like a nappy dread, it's matter fact he said I'm quotin a box tryna pick locks I'm desperate The son of circumstance
on the paper Where words fell like water Unearth all the changes that never did matter I think it's beginning to freeze here Caught in the rage and
know after your last breath. [Chorus:] In the dark belief you found your way to take your vengeance to them all. Pray for redemption, for darkness. In your rage
known before Such exquisite suffering As I watched you walk away I gave in to panicking I can't believe that This is really happening Have I really lost again? Desperation
I want blood, I want blood from you If it ain't your love, I want blood from you Desperate and a little delusional You put my heart to the grindstone
You lust to control me You lust For control [Chorus:] Mold me, fold me Mold me, fold me My pain is your pleasure My agony excites you Desperate for
demolish! Conditions to loose and demolish! Blinking to me i will kill you! Flushing, excessive words into! The worries, the burden the more hopeless rush inbetween anger desperate action bleak rage
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed
on your hands But it's what the part demands The storm's about to rage About to rage Storm's about to rage About to rage Hesitation is a hole in the
In a disaster story A central conflict of primal rage Usual sort of desperation Characters remain the same Never cut you out I cut you in Feeding
Will you get better And then will you leave us? How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age Your chemistry, science and violence turned silence to rage
Yeah, Choke! I feel your breath upon my neck, You're bleeding Desperate to see you in my rage Love, hate, lust it's all the same When you go down I