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While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
A delicate balance
And this just feels like spinning plates.
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates.
My body is floating down the muddy river.
Αν μ' αγαπάς δε ξέρω,
αν μ' αγαπάς δε ξέρω,
βαράει η καρδιά μου
τρελά ραντάιμ έρρο(ρ)
\m/
I keep crashin'
Into parked cars
Waitin' for a horse
And it's blue rider'
Followed you that night
You tasted lucky
We staggered blessed
Your scars they...matched my dress
Never mind,
The happy ending
Maybeline eyes.
And trampolines
Old tattoos
Burned, in their parlors
Christmas lights and mangers
Spook you cold
Lazarus Heart, ....
Kalki an mpeis msn mes tis epomenes 3 wres stelnw
BEHOLD, MAGMANIMOUS, THE ULTIMATE DESTROYER
GRANT ME AVENGEMENT AND GHASTLY DEATH
den iparxei katastrofikoteros sindiasmos leksewn de vriskete?
"Pitsadoros" + "post"
Atheist + Pitsadoros = L.F.E.
Καλκι=φανάρι
μελίνδα=απλά θα παρακολουθεί με άμπιεντ ερωτικό βλέμμα.
pou na xes kana trip hop
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You are just a thought that someone somewhere somehow feels you should be here.and it's so for real to touch, to smell, to feel, to know where you are here.and the streets are paved with gold and if someone asks you, you can call my name
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
coil
heaven's blade
There's blood in the sun
There's blood in the sun
But I'm not afraid
I cut myself with Heaven's blade
Inside the wound I found my wings
And walked away from this human skin
I asked the earth to open up the sky
To get inside and live with me for life
I stand before the sun
Rise up and see the shape of things to come
It's all the same
Just cut yourself
With Heaven's blade
Just cut yourself
With Heaven's blade
Just cut yourself
With Heaven's blade
This the song that won't go fast
try to sing along but it won't last
stand around and wait for the blast beat
anxiety tickles both your feet
this is going nowhere really slow
is there a freakin chorus, do you know?
This the song that won't go fast
This the song that don't get fast
Wrote a song, it was wrong from it`s very first conception
Seemed I struggled on every line
It wasn`t fast, wasn`t pretty, wasn`t serious or witty
The song that didn`t rhyme
The band couldn`t wing it, the singer couldn`t sing it
The Drummer's always out of time
The DJ`s were offended, my union card suspended
Billboard declared it a crime
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don`t flow but I can`t get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
On a song that didn`t rhyme
It was bland, it was boring, all the groupies there were snoring
The first time we played it live
All the record guys got fired, the president retired
But somehow the song survived
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don`t flow but I can`t get it out of my mind
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don`t flow but I can`t get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
No redeeming value of any kind
But thanks for the twelve ninety nine
On a song that didn`t rhyme
