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

    Arms of a woman

    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...

    The maelstrom Mephisto

    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...

    Scenariusz

    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...

    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
    You re an alien sex fiend

    Movies of myself

    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...