Death - Mutilation
Tekst :
Massacred, hacked to death, my revenge
Slicing deep, into your flesh, the pain intense
Dreams of hate, misery, fill my mind
Puke in your face in disgust, it s time to die
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Staring your severed head in the face
I celebrate a faggot s death, human disgrace
Hanging your mangled corpse for display
My revenge was fulfilled upon this day
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
You must die in pain
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Mutilation
Inne utwory
Genetic reconstruction Regurgitated guts Leprosy Suicide machine See through dreams Zero tolerance Evil dead Destiny Killing spree 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
Life s like a road that you travel on
When there s one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There s a world outside every darkened Door
Where blues won t haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers...
Do dnia, chłopcy, do dnia, do dnia białego,
Wypijemy jeszcze litra jednego, (bis)
Wracam do domu - nie ma śniadania,
A moja żoneczka leży jak łania.
Jakże ja mam żyć i wesołym być,
Kiedy na wódeczkę umie zarobić.
Do dnia, chłopcy ... itd
Wracam do domu - nie...
Nie oszczędził nas los, a siebie nam dał.
Tak daleko gdzieś Ty, daleko ja.
Tobą był cały świat, śniłem Cię każdym snem.
Nie zostało mi nic i jedno już wiem.
Nie łatwo jest kochać, być razem i trwać.
Nie łatwo jest.
Nie łatwo jest kochać, nikt nie chce być...
Stained and afraid that this won t ever go away
Engulfed inside a blaze of memories
And the strain of digging holes, is beginning to take it s toll
And I saw this coming, when you started running over my dreams but isn t it funny
It eats at me slowly and I found...
Ain t no job too big or small,
Just one sweep of the wreckin ball.
Put em up, we ll knock em down,
Or knock em up, then leave town.
Demolition of the mind.
Desolation, left behind.
Light the fuse,...