The foul stench empowers you as centuries of hatred wash over your soul What was once pure and hopeful has been murdered in a blinding fury Simple
Lacerated slumbering ancients, Stirred from rest they clamor Calling forth the vehement storms That shall thrash the earth Taste the scorn of thy
[Music: Rene, Lyrics: Immortal] I've become a victim of the night And walk in the emptiness Suddenly I smell corpselike odour My body gets the command
Crucify me bastards for being strong Crucify me for saying my own words Confute me, punch over my hands Stand my cross beside your god Jesus that
[Music: Roman, Lyrics: Rene] He sells his own lies He rose from death of his master He makes us live the way He wants us to live The art of blasphemy
[Music & Lyrics: Rene] You imagine what can happen What can shorten your life in a second Hand, knife, rope of a madman Can lie low on every piece
you were a Dementor, I?d still want you to kiss me Be my, be my Dementor Kiss me, gimmie gimmie more Take my breath away Be my Dementor for Valentine
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed 'Til one night he snuck in and said We're going
My phone is off the hook, You're cramping up my style. I can't believe you feel neglected, You are such a child. I'm going off the edge, I think you're
Everyone around you suffocates, think I don't believe in god Every little pill that helps you think, makes my mind a social fault I can take a million
Should I speak? Should I bother shaking hands? Am I weak If I leave it as it stands? I've submerged And I've surfaced with the blame I guess I'm no good
Sleeping awake in the cradle of death Reveling in the fruit of sin The suffering of thousands in the coming of dawn They ate the force of time Here we
So many ways to hide I see the trouble deep inside Let's go insane again Bring back the pain again Let's go insane again Bring back the pain again Run
Hi This is "Weird Al" Yankovic and you're listening to the Dr. Demento show
up tight Raise your glasses high tonight Like wine, his spirit has fermented So here's to him, the one who stays demented Don't forget to stay demented
I need Helps me co-exist with the chill You make me sick because I adore you so I love all the dirty tricks And twisted games you play on me Space dementia
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed Till one night he snuck in and said "We're goin
Ella es una demente bailando (Yeah!) De frente facil apodera mi mente (And she's right now) Y se siente..(Arcangel) Dentro de ella algo caliente, pendiente