be? She turned me on to her fate Now i lie here losing weight I was home and being bored She's one chick i shouldn't have scored Labeled uncurable [2
: Clear the crease Black altar Clear the crease The goat lord Clear the crease Dark saviour Clear the crease They worship Hat trick Cross check Marty
Put your differences aside man if you can Cause there's way too many people suffering I wish they didn't have no labels There'd be more change with no labels
Put your differences aside man if you can Cuz there's way too many people suffering I wish they didn't have no labels There'd be more change with no labels
: -Bueno, di algo ?no? -Mmm... Nose, esta bien. El primero era un poco Duo kie ?no? Y el segundoo... aver dicho "miradas en silecio" es como un pocoo
: Shopping for labels, shopping for love Manolo and Louis, is all I'm thinking of Shopping for labels, shopping for love 1, 2 Manolo and Louis, it's
: Abro los ojos en la manana entre mis sabanas blancas Con mi alma mojada y tengo ganas de ti Un ranita me enseno que no era malo lo que hicieras Sino
: The undying embrace of chaos and war As the oppressed lie writhing down on the floor This Babylon of fear that you shall know To rule and suppress
: Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches
: The quicksand is rising I'll down once more then do it again Tired of fighting my war is Here how long has it been? Right on time Right on time All
: Destroyer of my visions Come and enter me Reside over my vengeance redemption God in my hands Staring down on me No use of mercy with a Fistful of
: The throes of extermination Holocaust of creation The ruthless hate from within Illusions that free one from sin Apocalyptic Psychosis tic Wheels
: As the sun sinks Life closes tired eyes As hello turns its back and It greets goodbye Never wanted to believe Or have to understand Time waits for
: Decisions that kill And bullets that fly Lords of inferno That litter the sky Schizophrenic poems of death Machine ever after that never rests As
: (Instrumental)
: There is no absolution Never lose what was never there No regard for the future As for the past i never cared For the damned shall roll Out of control
: The cold that burns The tide that drift away No more talks about tomorrow The past is gone and all that was today I cant forget the cold That fell
: The freaks in the streets The nuns with the shotguns The graves rolling by your side Survival of the fittest And there ain't no pity No one gets
