Lyrics And Music By Karl Alvarez Frozen To The Core I'm Feeling Cold Today I Need Some Inspiration To Pull Me From The Floor Open Up My Eyes Take
Lyrics By Bill Stevenson And Karl Alvarez Music By Bill Stevenson Can't Wrap My Arms Around The Pictures In My Head I've Still Got A Ways To Go I'm
the world's on heroin i'm on strike against all this laziness from the government to despite all the underachievers the drive thru guy i try to go for
[Lyrics By: Mike Majewski] Calling for me the urge to force a large knife through your skin and insert it again and again just to see your blood smeared
[A.Romano - R.Iorio] Porque han traído basura nuclear al suelo limpio y rincón final. Donde no hay fabricas de muerte aun, y no se comercializ
I'm running out of patience I need a vacation Cause all the frustration is rising I'm getting irritated Can't feel any sensation But all this aggravation
What are you doing here? I came to get a case of factory outlet beer Then I go home I don't feel like I want to be by myself Mice eat cheese And for
Semper crescis Aut decrescis Vita detestabilis Nunc obdurat Et tunc curat Ludo mentis aciem Nunc obdurat Et tunc curat Ludo mentis aciem Egestatem Potestatem
Your mind is overtaken By the ignorance of mankind Stop thinking about your future Just living for today Living for today But what's the point of your
It's all in the eyes The reckless way we dream to die Our past is our future The present lies somewhere between our hearts and minds For those with no
I walked into the party And there you were again Looking so elusive Looking so pretend You smiled at me across the room Turned away and then Holding up
You know it sounds better in the long run, where your words and symbols stack up into the night Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol
Yo te he de querer prietita Ya te traigo aqui clavada No importa que digan misa Tampoco que estes casada Ya sueno con tu sonrisa Y tu carita en mi almohada
Verse one: guru No way you'll never make it Come with the weak shit, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast
Down Taking the first step Has left you all dried up The demon has slipped And forced you under the gun I can't see the future No one can stop this
40 people or more Tied to hands and feet Awaiting strangulation Darkening deceit Rope around the neck Eyes falling out slow Extreme asphyxiation Blackened
Enter the stairs to this last hope Never know what's hiding behind Thought the flames and tortured corpses Were illusions But it's a mirror where you
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