: As the man I am, I dislike More purities and feelings send Into the extacy I hate Nobody controls me Maybe it's because nobody wants to Anyway They
: I sense the darkness To me it's real And so the purity of sadness For me a better deal When you think of the devil You better think of me Your own
: Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you The dreams so cold, they are mine With the prospects they haunt you My ache is hidden In read
: Buying time too blind to see My figure staring back at me I wish my death would crack my shell I wish to God, I wish to Hell All this time I swore
: Vesuvio, Mafioso, IllDisposo: Cosa nostra Fantasia uno bandito, mava fan colo Don stattU: Tu esi grosso [Is said in Danish: "Her, det er en meget,
: Head thunder lights My feelings distorted I sense the pleasure, the goat in me Fuck Start flogging the fuckin' dead horse You know you want to Start
you see I'm pushing Pushing harder, pushing Nobody told me Led my own life Nobody said a word as silence became my friend No fertile future You better submit
: Lost inside, false memories Of feeling Hades You'll feel in vain Atrocities yet awake Die kingdom Die all that's fake You all forget what they are
you to bed" said (and] [spelled) in the dreary dialect that is spoken in rhus (well, Stilling, a] [village outside rhus) where the singer of IllDisposed
