Body - Move it [? ] and Being Fly. I touch the masters like a Catholic [? ] [Chorus:] This is that new shit. Keep em' standing in line. That Universal Mind Control
In un momento si spengono le luci accendo il sogno e ti dico che mi piaci cosi' come il profumo dei tuoi sentimenti che dolcemente confondono i miei sensi
for creative control Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul hah (c'mon now) Get your ears ready for creative control ahh yeah's start again
terror machines Extreme terror control Eugenics experimentation Advanced decomposition Chromosomic montage Generation terror-nation Extreme terror control
Перевод: OC. Creative Control.
loss of control, loss of control, loss of control! Loss of control, loss of control, loss of control! Loss of control, loss of control, loss of control! Loss of control
In un momento si spengono le luci accendo il sogno e ti dico che mi piaci cosi' come il profumo dei tuoi sentimenti che dolcemente confondono i miei
Exoskeletal terror machines Extreme terror control Eugenics experimentation Advanced decomposition Chromosomic montage Generation terror-nation Extreme terror control
, loss of control, loss of control, loss of control! Loss of control, loss of control, loss of control! Loss of control, loss of control, loss of control! Loss of control
each give an arm to see us six feet underground. see us 6 feet under ground It doesn't matter what those morons say Chorus: It's Murda I N C Uh, the
I want her to feel it in her chest I want her to feel it in her soul I want her to lose control Mary, talk to 'em {Mary J. Blige:} I Yeah I You
Queen Pen: Me'shell Ndegeocello, play for me, c'mon talk to me Me'shell: anyone know, it never ceases to amaze me how everbody's always in somebody
wind 96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind [Verse 1] C
do you think that every girl out theres your enemy, You`re looking at her with the green eyed filled with jealousy It`s not the way its supposed to be, So c
of the people, say, "Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all c'mon, here we go again Turn
THE TOWNSPEOPLE GATHER ON THE MARKET SQUARE TO JUDGE OF AYREON. IS HE A PROPHET OR A CHARLATAN, OR EVEN WORSE: AN APPARITION MOST UNHOLY? [C. The accusation
