Paradise comes at a price That I am not prepared to pay What were we built for? Could someone tell me please? The good news is, she can't have babies
Paradise comes at a price That I am not prepared to pay What were we built for? Could someone tell me please? The good news is she can't have babies
The gods of war Seeking madness To massacre mankind We all die We are saying Declare war But no one won An endless struggle for power A lonely dynasty
Well I feel something's taking me,I don't know where? It's like a trip inside a seperate mind! The ghost of tomorrow,of my favorite dream, Is telling
I hide myself inside the shadows of shame The silent symphonies were playing their game My body echoed to the dreams of my soul It started something that
You don't care about nothing So you don't care about love If you want me to come back You'd better change You'd better give up talking about money Begin
As we march through the cities of conquered lands A feeling of power Takes over our minds When we see the enemies' fate Upon our hands So difficult to
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI] I'M SAVER OF THIS EARTH - TOTAL CALAMITY WE NEED A SACRIFICE - ORDER FROM ABOVE GO OUT AND KILL ALL BASTARDS I WANNA
So many people going 'round The mania got me eye to eye So many people going down My melody got me I get Megalomania Pa-dap-pa-pa-pa-pada-pa-pa-da-pa-
(Tennant/Lowe) The cathedral's glittering on coronation day Crowned heads and cardinals under military sway I approach the altar slowly in a humble shroud
Fat, laughing pigs - eating and drinking While others starve - go to hell, man Talking senseless shit - to the neighbours at table Farting anfd burping
When the night comes down, Everyone asleep I step inside my dream, Delusion Where I'm so unique Can rule the world You know there's no retreat Delusion
I hide myself inside the shadows of shame The silent symphonies were playing their game My body echoed to the dreams of my soul This god is something
[Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum] [Prologue:] Once there was a time When we would wander through landscapes Which seemed infinite under the light Of a sun
Pressing on about our business Comfort is getting too expensive Hot shots for the pigeons with a death sentence Your something like a pistol that?s been