Mentally deficient parasites, carrying out a mission Plagued by a voice, by a world unseen But your cross, your submission Far too heavy for any man
No longer I can take the blame For the things you've made No longer I can hide the hate Now I'll confront my fate Your words of understanding How you
A degrading reflection woken alive A gruesome portrait of deranged psyches Granted with possession over its masterminds Men with broken identities Reconciled
Shivering shadow of a man You'll tumble down, I swear Avert those bloodshot eyes Disagreeable and scared In the depths of your mind Bound to come through
It is time to break down the pedestal of self-denial You've placed yourselves Step down from your high ideals To confront the scum and common within
Mirror, tell me why I cannot see Where is the unjustice, the disharmony The wrath that burns and twists me The agony that pulls and makes me bleed Pain
Room full of smoke with ashes tossed across the bar For a half a second I forgot exactly who we are Let's take this moment ' steal a smile and kiss a
: How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman He's just a little brought down because when you knocked He thought you were the candyman. Don'
: My mom is not a woman anymore, She dresses like a man She's not as feminine as she Used to be before. Now she is so damned masculine. I open my
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A Violncia travestida faz seu trottoir (Humberto Gessinger) no ar que se respira, nos gestos mais banais em regras, mandamentos, julgamentos tribunais
How do you do I see you've met my faithful handyman He's just a little brought down 'cause when you knocked He thought you were the candy-man Don't get
[Dr. Frank-N-Furter:] How do you do I see you've met my, faithful, handyman He's just a little brought down 'Cause when you knocked He thought you were
Brutally raped and hacked, Vagina torn ripped in half , Slash and rend, mutilate, Garrote the bitch, decapitate, Face ripped off, disfigurement, Bodily
Black metal is gay as a Catholic priest Slouching toward Gomorrah Face painted like Gene Simmons at Halloween With a tongue up some kids rump looking
My mom, she's not a woman anymore, She dresses like, dresses like, dresses like a man (dresses like a man), Oh how she's not as feminine as she Used to
So here am I quite by chance near the phone I could call and make you crawl into bed Questions always questions I'll just speak in slow motion, About
How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman He's just a little brought down because when you knocked He thought you were the candyman. Don't