soul to the look in your eyes your eyes you ran out of lies you ran out of lies you ran out of lies you ran out of time stigmata! o, you have
Fuck George Bush! Fuck his ugly wife! Fuck Tipper Gore! Fuck everyone! Fuck Gorbachev! Fuck Noriega! Fuck all these assholes! Fuck you! Fuck me! Fuck all of you! Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata
(12 Jahre Muhabbet) Ich hab ein Brandmal von meinem Leben davor und zeig dir manchmal ein kleines Stuck davon. Komm schenk der Stra?e doch noch mal
Blissfully ignorant Content and unaware Not your problem Why should you care? Not normal An easy target for release Infected from birth This sickening
Pressure that builds within Longing for the touch Lust beneath my skin Burning overmuch My body becomes so bleak My mind begins to fade But my soul
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When I was down, you were up never feeling the pain at all When you were down, you kept shut all the doors that made you small Held your hand thinking
[L.M. Jenssen / E. Brox] When I was down, you were up never feeling the pain at all When you were down, you kept shut all the doors that made you
Vienes sangrando de dolor Por aA±os de flagelaciA?n Tu corazA?n abierto estA? Y son tus llagas, desolaciA?n Tu frente sangra, suda EstA?n tus sienes
Full moon stares at me from the ceiling Shadows are sucking at my breath Mind mumbles in its hibernated halfworld Love and life grow cold foretold of
This world I see perception of essential me It turns wit time of its own The will stays strong to walk the right to correct the wrong Collect and learn
I see a burning streak in the dark sky The stars above are turning pale A faceless messiah beast from the outer space TV-legions all hail The one we
I see the hill scattered to horizons They've haunted my dreams for a long time The bones of ancestors lay unrestful They're calling me to their shrine
Tonight the wind comes from afar with a distant call Scent of valleys and fields in early fall There's ache in my heart a mystery deep within the bones
©1980 ROBERT PALMER / WARNER CHAPELL Johnnys always running around Trying to find certainty He needs all the world to confirm That he aint lonely Mary
They're bringin' it down They're bringin' it down across my back I feel it within But never believed your Jesus I don't know why they sing for me
sanctuary. To avoid a life in the pillory. Deprived of a normal life, left to be dehumanised. Shallow acts but deeper scar, burning pain stigmatized.