my logic denies... [Chorus:] Cursed souls of conformity don't wanna be a Sheep of the Regime Customization focus of the disease Sheep of the Regime
sun They will remain when we are all dead and gone [Chorus:] Reptilian regime Rise to reign Draconian descent emerging from above Reptilian regime Rise
: Her caress is cold as winter, Her heart shelters no love, Her body offers no warmth, And her embrace no salvation... Her voice of great pain Summons
: There's no cause for life anymore... But a proper burial... All of natures wounds upon you reflected in an eye, Dismissed your fate!
: I am Eliza the Witch, mistress of the Devil, I cure you people of this village, You who put faith in God...
: Sonn av skumrings stunden, Stig til jorden, Du som baerer dyrets tegn! Du sonn av kaos og nattemorket, La dine klor fl?rre kristi kjott! Stig til
: Fire has filled the darkened skies, Innocent blood has tainted our hands, The land lies raped and ruined beneath us... Your faith torn apart by chaos
: I am my own holocaust, Separated from the love of God.. Everyday is the day of the dead, Sickened by the sight of the living...
: Invoker of the freezing winds, Ruler of great loss, Eliminate all with sins! All holy things tremble, Joined in sin against God...
: Tunget av en evig skumring Her rader ingen natt og dag Hverken glede eller sorg Kun et ensomt Nederlag... Krigsatte faner, baerer dyrets tegn Krigsatte
Nigga this what a hustler do When Gonzoe and my niggaz lace ya crew Regime! [Chorus - Big Krizz Kaliko] Regime Mobstaz Regime Niggaz Regime Killers Regime Life [Monsta Ganjah] Regime
useless advice And live your life for you Don't let them sell you impossible dreams Don't be a slave to the beauty regime Look again in the mirror and
Scene of complacency An apathetic mind But when it?s brought to light I see a king on a borrowed throne Right now the violence taking over This time regimes
in Lies Greed Regime it wants you now, promises you gold Greed Regime Calls you in, if youíll sell you soul The Greed Regime it gives to get,
You're standing back. What's wrong? Eye contact... A trip, something is touching? What's wrong? Eye contact... nothing like it, nothing like it What'
Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll [ CHORUS ] Regime Life, niggas Thug rituals Regime Life Thug Lord Regime
Sono un giornalista di regime, so raccontare balle sopraffine, scrivo sui giornali d'opinione e su quotidiani a larga diffusione. Io fin da piccolino