Zobacz utwór: Killing spree
Death - Killing spree
Tekst :
To the world around he was the perfect person
Planning for an alibi he then starts rehearsing
A human bomb just waiting to explode
This secret rage can t be controlled
Slaughtered the dreams of others
On left to recover
Self-inflicted wounds
Life he has comsumed
Planning a killing spree
Victim of a conspiracy?
Getting bored with his current life
Rearranging with a knife
Greed before despair suspicion starts to grow
His life was spared for this he does not know
Screams filled the air there was no way to help
The ones he mourns he killed himself
Slaughtered the dreams of others
On left to recover
Self-inflicted wounds
Life he has comsumed
Planning a killing spree
Victim of a conspiracy?
Inne utwory
Genetic reconstruction Regurgitated guts Leprosy Suicide machine See through dreams Mutilation Zero tolerance Evil dead Destiny Misanthrope The flesh and the power it holds Secret face Out of touch The philosopher In human form Spirit crusher Flattening of emotions Losowe utwory
Well I guess its in my genes
not in horoscopes or cosmic things
these feelings run in my blood
Always was and always is
Comes on strong and it never quiets
Never had to work that hard at love
It ain’t magic, know it’s automatic
You walk in a room
Girl I gotta have...
Ever and ever, forever and ever you ll be the one
that shines in me like the morning sun.
Ever and ever, forever and ever you ll be my spring,
my rainbow s end and the song I sing.
Take me far beyond imagination.
You re my dream come...
The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And I ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
There s never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand...
Walking down the street of destiny it s all up to you
Chances that you meet fall at your feet so what do you do
You know that this is your life
Take the time for the things you care about
There s no doubt...
Vèera z veèera mìl jsem krásný sen,
¾e jsem byl Robinson,
®e je tomu pìt krásných dlouhých let,
co jsem sly¹el lodní zvon.
Dívèí dopisy lásky úpisy vítr jednou prov¾dy svál.
A mnì ostrov ten ve snu rájem se zdál.
Robinson bylo mé jméno
a kapsy tak prázdné jako prázdný dùm.
K moøi jsem sbíhal, kde pøíboj se
zdvíhal...