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Πολλες επαναληψεις παιζουν.
Μούχλας άνθρωπος ρε πούστη μου
ρε μπουμ, σοβαρα ρε, αφτο το λογος αίμα νόημα βγάλτο ρε.
κι όλοι γελάμε ασυναίσθητα
που ειν' όλα βίαια, μα και ευαίσθητα
αν ξαναβάλετε ελληνικούς στίχους σας έχω γαμήσει
:touched:
:dcontent:Quote:
Originally Posted by Kingdom Gone
You think because
You bought the record
You read a list of thanks
You can judge our lives (you've identified)
You think because
You bought the record
You read a list of thanks
You've identified (you can judge our lives)
A favor we provide
Little forum boys
With your polished cyber toys
I read your bucket comment
Your three piece bulliten
Put Pout
Booo hooo
Talk talk
Put Boo hooo hooo
How is our identity
Working out for you?
It's funny how you justify me (us) on opinion
An idea that I do this for you
DXCBoy/Firekid
You know who you are
And what you do
We wrote this song for you
και για όσους δεν κατάλαβαν
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Creedsmen roll out Across The Dying Down
Sacred Israel Holy Mount Zion
Sun Beams Down onto the SAndcean Reigns
Caravan Migrates Through deep SandScape
Lungsmen Unearth the creed of Hasheeshian
LeBaNon
Desert Legion Smoke Covenant is Complete
HerB Bails Retied onto Backs of Beasts
Stoner Caravan Emerge from Sandsea
Earthling Inserts to Chalice the Green Cutchie
GRoundation Soul Finds Trust Upon Smoking Hose
Assemble Creedsmen Rises Prayerfilled Smoke
GolGoTha
Judgement Soon Come To Mankind
Green Herbsmen SErve Rightful King
HEMp SeeD Caravan CArries
Rides out Believer with the spliff Aflame
MAriJuanAut Escapes earth To Cultivate
Grow Room Is Church TEmple of the new Stoner Breed
Chants Loud RObeD Priest Down onto the Freedomseed
Burnt Offering rEdeeMs Completes Smoked Deliverance
Caravan StoneD Deliverants
The CARAvan Holds to Eastern Creed
NOw sMokEs Believer
The Chronicle of the Sinsemillian
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke JERUSALEM....
γέροντας ναύτης με τα μούτρα πισσωμέναQuote:
Originally Posted by carheart
βάρκα φορτώνει με την πιο φτηνή πραμάτεια
έχει τα χέρια από καιρό ψηλά κομμένα
κι ήθελε τόσο να σου σφάλαγε τα μάτια
:oops:
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof
Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof
So pay the money and take a shot
Leadfill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof
Suffer to survive
Instinct I despise
Stalking the night, searching for
A victim to defile
Cock she craves today
Cum she wants to spray
And to reach the orgasm through torture
From behind, pain shivering down my spine
I feel paralyzed only controlling my mind
Strapped to a table, naked, genitals exposed
Eyes claimed open, mouth
gagged shut, terrified
Locks my scrotum in a vice and
tightens forcefully
Agony, silent screams, want to die
Shackled and bound, unaware my fate
Destined to be maimed to stimulate
The skin is peeled off my dick
Done with a razor blade
She begins to suck
Blood and cum amok
She rips my cock off with her teeth
Masticate, gnawing and chewing the stump
She regurgitates, I'm covered in my bloody
chunks
Suffer to survive
Instinct I despise
I am alive, victimized
Tortured fate, asexual state
Παλιανωμαλε.
Well I wake up in the morning
Look at my clock
Its way past noon time
Now Im late for work.
Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Aint nothing go right with me
Must be Ive been smoking too long.
Well I go to find me some breakfast
But I aint got no food
Take me a shower
But the water dont feel no good.
Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Aint nothing go right with me
Must be Ive been smoking too long.
Ive got opium in my chimney
No other life to choose
Nightmare made of hash dreams.
Got the devil in my shoes
Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Aint nothing go right with me
Must be Ive been smoking too long.
Well when Im smoking
Put my worries on a shelf
Dont think about nothin
Try not to see myself.
Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Aint nothing go right with me
Must be Ive been smoking too long.
Well in this blues Im singin
Theres a lesson to be learned
Dont go around smokin
Unless you want to get burned.
Bonnie Prince Billy - Another day full of dread
I like to have a good time
any of my friends will tell you
but when you confront me with stupidity
I'm doubly angry at you
and I say: nip! nap! it's all a trap
bo! bis! and so was this
whoa! whoa! to haiti go,
and watch it all come down
ding! dong! a silly song
sure do say something's wrong
smile awhile, forget the bile
and watch it all come down
so I become more lively
to bury all of the ugly
whole persons sometimes
must be them bodies buried
and I toe the water
and an urchin poke me
an' I must be godfather
to anyone who'll have me
today was another day full of dread
but I never said I was afraid
dread and fear should not be confused
by dread I'm inspired, by fear I'm amused
Kapoios as ksanapostarei to Ion Storm sta ellhnika
Ιον Στορμ
