Tradução: Knorkator. Konflikt.
ein Spiegelbild, das schlecht aussieht - das hat mir grad' erzahlt von hochster Eisenbahn, da? einer diesen braunen Rasen maht in diesem vollgefressenen
wont stay/ if u ever thought your words alone would make me walk away then/ Konflikt: you cannot bring me down.../ you will never bring me down./ Konflikt
: ein Spiegelbild, das schlecht aussieht - das hat mir grad' erzahlt von hochster Eisenbahn, da? einer diesen braunen Rasen maht in diesem vollgefressenen
: Frail hinges pivot on a cases door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with each occasion Cellophane encased displaying paper
: Lineage closed dissolved in its birth tragedy prelude a balance is a synergy of reason malicious hope as techno atrocities lapse their effects
: Imitate that soured old song there is no individuality only guises shades of nonconformity there is no individuality selling vantage points
: Science is truth for life watch religion fall obsolete science will be truth for life technology as nature science truth for life in fortran
: For whom the bells toll when sentenced to die the stuttering rifles will stifle the cry the monstrous anger the fear's rapid rattle a desert
: You are, enemy You are my hated enemy I am enemy Number one rated enemy I'm a labelled enemy I am your mortal enemy My actions enemy Make me your bitter
: Let's put an end to this once and for all. We've found strength in numbers. And when your time runs out, what will you believe? I'm in no search for
: Sun turns as black as the day Night turns a cold steel gray I want to stay Where the sun cannot be found Friends cover me in the night In a castle
: The woman's found a place to go Where she's gone to nobody know But Martin's words are like wild fire Spreading fast as pine on the pyre Two down,
: A wild boar has entered in the vineyard We'll burn his books and skin him alive And we'll do him like all the rest He never more will rise You are
: I stand accused I'm beaten used and tired They took all my words and threw them in the fire As they cast me down there's somethin' found within me
: Who is this who challenges the ruling of the crown? Father we must crush him and he never will be found We must find a way, the man will surely pay
: God took the Promised Land and put it in my bloodstained hand I can sell you grace for your soul or you'll burn in hell far below I'm your Priest,
: Neal Morse - The Conflict I - Do you know my name God took the Promised Land and put it in my bloodstained hand I can sell you grace for your soul