The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
I swear on tomorrow, if you take this chance
Our lives are this moment, the music - the dance
And here in this labyrinth of lost mysteries
I close my eyes on this night and you're all that I see
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Ναι αλλα επειδη ηταν ο Τζορνταν, δε μασαγε απο τετοια.
"Τι χτυπαω??"
"Ενα μονο με ελιες. Και ενα μονο με πατατες."
MORTUARY DRAPE - INTO THE DRAPE LP 1STPRESS 1992 decapitated records 130E
ωχ, πάρτα!
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
ε οκ. πασα πηγε να βγαλει.
"Τι χτυπαω??"
"Ενα μονο με ελιες. Και ενα μονο με πατατες."
Με το 14 στην πλατη, σαν αλλος Τιτι Ανρι.
για να μη λετε οτι σας δωσαμε σαπακια!!Originally Posted by Daffy
φευγουν απο την Ελλαδα και αποσυντονιζουν την β Γερμανιας , χεβι , εμπρος στον δρομο που χαραξε το καγκουρο
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http://stresss.deviantart.comσηκωσες λιγο την μπλουζιτσα και υποψιαστηκα οτι εισαι ο φρικ. Σε λιγα δευτερολεπτα ειχα μαθει την τραγικη αληθεια.Δεν ξερω αν προσεξες την απογοητευση στo προσωπο μου..
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Yesterday 19:29 <menumission> de mporeis na kaneis ignore ton eauto sou sto tsat molis to dokimasa
στο θεωρητικό παρκούρ δίνω οστά και σάρκα,απο εμπόδιο σ΄ εμπόδιο πετάγομαι για πλάκα Άκου τον Φόρη and don't worry
xwris plaka re malakes.den einai entelws ampalos.exoun perasei poly xeiroteroi paixtes apo tin ellada.apla sas prokatalamvanei h fatsa tou.
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
tha thela na to les afto otan tha fora ti fanela tis omadas sou exontas to megalitero simvolaio stin omada.na einai to vasiko senter for tis omadas sou re paidimouOriginally Posted by Moonspellheim
emeis omos ton agapousame giati ito pathiasmeno katsiki![]()
kalytera na min arxisw na sou lew poioi paixtarades exoun paiksei center for stin omada mou....
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
den se pairnei,se xoOriginally Posted by Moonspellheim
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Originally Posted by Daffy
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The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder