be sunny weather Don't give up hope It's never been a question of 'This Is Alright' 'Cause we're not gonna have it All I do is hope against hope We
Vertimas: Savižudybė mašinos. Viltis.
be sunny weather don't give up hope its never been a question of "this is alright" 'cause we're not gonna have it all that i cna do is hope against hope
one tonight fo yo sorrows Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine
asleep waking up depressed not knowing why sometimes I feel like I wanna die there's so much paranoia that I can't think depression will or an ounce of hope
'll be there again try to find the strength to walk away i think i read it! it said you try and try again but i'm still stuck in the same place i hope
on the outside looking in it's all just fashion in the end throw away orginality- for the sake of fashion sacrifice a friend ot move ahead, ahead one day i hope
could change- how I wish I could too When I look at all the things we've been through I wish I had faith in someone- I wish there was another way And I hope
comes up I want to tell you how I feel And I feel no one's luckier than me Yesterday was a perfect day It's times like these that you never forget I hope
right now - Let's stop this fight before our time is through 1-2-3-4 You and I maybe the only ones to rise above this madness called hate Still I hope
We work so hard just to lose Thats why we're building up walls to put up around us Walk through life in a maze with no direction No sight only hope that
the day it climbed down from the trees, But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling on our knees. I hope I never live to see the 'perfect'
sleeves Is this reason - a price to pay? Give us reason - A FIRST NEW DAY Acid emotion - child of suicide Bewilderment and hunger are hurting you inside While hopes
greed In case Tommy Turbulence located the matrix then impedes(ooh) whistle b in dirge bout the boogie burst classic helen fell in haunted machines screened by similars that pagan act of suicide
still clear All dressed up with some medicine for luck How I hope that you're still here when I return Burning bridges is a form of suicide I saw the
on bushy butcher knives Your mouth maimed from suicidal muff dives Penis nothing more than bloody ground chuck Man meat hacked away from a masacratine fuck 9. Hate Machine
same, dead and common place, spitting in the face of god, annihilation interface, creation of a hell on earth, traces of your life erased, machines are
, unclean ammo for the gun machine Cannon fodder driven by fear Last class raw mass victims of the puppeteer Human driftwood, lepers pariah Suicide bombers
