of thought let me tell you that: I'll live my life resisting as long as you keep riding that train of thought
A fire's burning in my eyes. I'll give my life; I'll fight and die for this country I call my home - this country I call my own. I trust in those who
It's been suppressed and kept hidden, but I feel compelled to point out that history's demonstrated lack of maturity in the power scene. So we must be
. Arms are so prone to flights of fatigue. Sometimes just holding on is in-itself challenging. All the dirt collects in the wounds leaving me consumed. Sometimes just one thought
Poison free, now living life so pure. Tell me, have all your addictions been cured? When you mark your fist, what? going through your mind? Is this your
Watch as illusions' fade, revealing disaster impending. Has hope succumbed to such frailty? I feel the return that familiar void, like an old close friend
The only life I've come to depend on has turned against me. What am I to do when there's nothing left? No one left for me. The only one who can change
All the same, I wish you'd let a few more grains fall into place before you make your mark in stone. This time a shame, to think of all the attempts,
bullets fly. Bang, bang, watch the bullets fly. They pulled the trigger, but you put the gun in their hands. As the ex-lover rejects the thought of
Sustainable culture after so long dies. We will have the world and no price can be too high. A fitting introduction to the black book of life; there?
Перевод: Mind Riot. Все эти мысли Ницце.
Перевод: Мысль Riot. Ты Gonna Die (если вы не белых и / или Rich).
When I looked and directed my gaze to the drives of life, the drives of my age, what I saw left me with a sick feeling inside. Happiness, distorted and
the bullets fly. Bang, bang, watch the bullets fly. They pulled the trigger, but you put the gun in their hands. As the ex-lover rejects the thought
Break down all their values. Create for yourself. Can you overcome? Can you break the tie that has you bound? Habituation anchors your thoughts right
I hear your words; they don't mean shit in the context of your politic "War for peace" - rhetoric drabbled in black gold conquest Grand deceit - altruism
[Originally by Fugazi] Anytime but now. Anywhere but here. Anyone but me. I've got to think about my own life. We are consumed by society. We are obsessed
