Zobacz utwór: Out of touch
Death - Out of touch
Tekst :
Trapped in a lost world of brutality
So weak are the ones that must rely on shock
to push this so called force that inspires their call
to be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch
To cover up for those that are completely out of touch
Say what you want, I know the truth when it comes to your kind
In time we ll see who lasts
In time you will disappear
Who are you to question my sincerity
For now you are high on yourself
Drowning in your dreams of misguided hope
To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch
To cover up for those that are completely out of touch
Inne utwory
Genetic reconstruction Regurgitated guts Leprosy Suicide machine See through dreams Mutilation Zero tolerance Evil dead Destiny Killing spree Misanthrope The flesh and the power it holds Secret face The philosopher In human form Spirit crusher Flattening of emotions Losowe utwory
I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born
But when she wakes me she takes me back home
Now most days I spend like a...
Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside
Cast down all memories from a past and future world
The cynic icons and the cryptic writings
As a picturesque creation in force and spirit
Against their reason and will, it is time
Give darkness it s...
W moim sercu gdzieś na dnie
gości smutek i nadzieja
muszę przestać łudzić się
przyjąć prawdę jaka jest
tak napisałeś już na stronach swego życia
nic tam nie zmienię bo
popełnię błąd
wiem, że nie spełnią się marzenia
nie będzie trwał dłużej ten film
chociaż scenariusz wciąż się...
You re an alien sex fiend
You re an alien sex fiend
You re an alien sex fiend
You re an alien sex fiend
You re an alien sex fiend
You re an alien sex fiend
You re an alien sex fiend
You re an alien sex fiend
Stop me falling down, stop me making movies of myself
Put that old dog down, stop me making movies of myself
Bring the carriage round, get me to the garden of sleep
Make that high gate speak, Perrier out of a paper bag
Looking like a hag
And start giving me something
A love that...