: At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets they go searching to see god in their
: (Bowie) There?s a little churchyard just along the way It used to be Lambeth?s finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
: All the sainted sinners They pay handsomely M S C A E they make the weapons And they run the prisons And they sell the justice 'Cause being guilty
: I need a change Not to immitate, to irritate All the world to hate Maybe late Always sing together all day without you I guess it's fate I live in
: Lost in the no man's land Died in agony and pain I raise my hands into the sky Shattered eyes asking please why? Why am I My life to desecrate Why
: Mesmerizing sounds I hear telling me to kill Telling me submit to the power Demonic overtones I fear stealing my freewill I am now the man of the hour
: J'suis nee pendant que mon pere loge comme il a pu J'suis sur des que j'ai vu le jour il a plu On m'a coupe le cordon dans ce pays qui est pas le
: There's a dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet And it better be red And it better be long
: Dark deathknell call you to the throat of the glowing hell Lights of exist become extinet and you read the epitaph of your grave You are the chosen
: Dark deathknell call you to the throat of the glowing hell lights of exist become extinet and you read the epitaph of your grave You are the chosen
: open the grave and taste the smell of death the body festers from flesh to bone we suffer where we lie and calcify the nonexistent after life we?re
: Stop pretending that you're better you're as guilty as all the rest you're planning shelter from this division a ruined cities aftermath some people
: GO! Stop pretending that you're better, you're as guilty as all the rest. You're planning shelter from this division, a ruined cities aftermath. Some
: I don't live today Not in this world we see this way I don't cheat a game Not in this field we have to play "Dear, dear land I fought for thee And
: Oh my brothers, have another glass Moloko plus vellocet, drencrom, synthemesc I viddy with my glazys the ultra-violence ball Bloody chained faces,
: Eyes bloodshot, I see a broken face At any moment this can all just turn to pain I'm feeling empty, so I unrelieved Cause what I do, I do cause I like
: [Instrumental]
: Love is a failure Hate is just another deadly trap Trust is just a moment in life which you should command We've lost you! Who knows who? We've lost
