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

    I was born to

    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...

    Forever and ever

    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...

    Poses

    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...

    Your destiny

    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...

    Robinson

    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...