Paz Encima e las razas With these eyes From cielos above us You're so fast To cut to the chase You'll be last To win in this lifeless race No more war
Charms in limited supply And refusing to stretch That indefinable nothing Somehow keeps pushing you Finding the right words Can be a problem How many
Compulsion - how I'm feeling you Raped - temporary watch Overblowing out a tear In which you mind lights up you fear Filthy crust of egoism Glowing by
: Paz Encima e las razas With these eyes From cielos above us You're so fast To cut to the chase You'll be last To win in this lifeless race No more
: Charms in limited supply And refusing to stretch That indefinable nothing Somehow keeps pushing you Finding the right words Can be a problem How many
: I am still on the loose, with vengeance of hate Thirsty for your blood They have examined my brain but I'm still insane Nothing can cure my hunger
: I just can't stop, I'm a freak I just can't stop moving my body We just can't stop when the beat drops We just can't stop rockin' this party In my
What was wrong with her? Why did she pick a winner? He would leave her every night after dinner She would undress Make him nervous But he would rather
[music: cabra 10/98] [lyrics: dave rotten] grown into a world of preconceived ideals father, mother, sister, doggy and landscaped cottage affectionless
it stops the room from spinning Puncture my lungs Puncture my lungs Punctured lungs I've never felt your emptiness It makes me sick now Obsessive with your reasons Compulsive
some morphine into my veins To leave this cruel world for a while And when I close my eyes I find myself somewhere else In a world built on illusions Where compulsions
Everyone that you betrayed all your words mean nothing I ignore the things you say Full of ignorance Blow out of proportion King of nothing compulsive
so pissed off i can't get it off my mind because it's happened again for the second time i know she'z lying but I believe her anyway because I wanted
Buffalo once roamed The great expanse of our country Now they stand in the sandbox In the corner of the city We had our picnics in the park Watching the
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like
This girl at another table Started singing "Danny Boy" And staring at me With a mischevous grin Drawing me in with her eyes And then she
