Hours and hours have past as I merge with the emptiness. My mind runs rampant a death like cold chills me. I stare into outer space, want imprisons my
Twilight comes, yet we?ve just begun. A million dreams dreamt, a million more. I was once confused but now I?ve come to know, All you could ever be to
The day had fallen To the nighttime world The moon's light filled the sky Its creatures made the music they make A dense mist ascended from nowhere Submerged
How long is forever? I used to gaze up towards you, raven sky Midnight clouds they gently sailed above Serenity in your soothing mother's will, Eternally
Spewed up from an unknown grave Foul and relentless enemy Non-existent through the day Lain in soil to fight the sun Vindicator of the dead Immortal
Abduction... There once was a wayword rhyme Consistency.. a chilling intent It slithers in, out and around As it dares to emanate sound Whether from above
My words, my will and all that I am you despise I stand accused, alone and mocked, I stare away silently Bound and dragged through hateful masses. "Punishment
Let the night begin... Through a black mass of drifting clouds Shines a struggling ray of moonlight A sudden stillness revels the air As wolves, they
I lie awake, unable to move Within myself battle reigns supreme I've fallen victim to my own reality Destined is the broken path that I contemplate It
I have awakened form my death sleep Arisen from the grave in which I lay Searching for something to sink my teeth in To satisfy an insatiable appetite
How could it have come to this? This is hell warned and preached of. It was them they created this themselves, And now the ashes of skeptics fill the
Imagine yourself in a distant far off area in a far off Place you've never been or known of before... Imagine the full moon illuminating brightly, almost
Angels hover above in hysterical grief What has happened here? Spectators they gather around this cadaver They shriek in great recoil
Here I stand, a forsaken man searching ceaselessly If you could see inside of me, passion wills to be. With open arms I welcome the rain And lament its
Black clouds, they hang about your head, As judgment billows from ashes. Black clouds, they hang about your head, As judgment billows from ashes. The
Я знаю ты скучаешь мама, скучаешь папа В прошлом письме я вам писал, что все пиздато, Но не так, да со мной все нормально, Просто скучаю банально, По
Я с 83 парень, родился там, где вы не слыхали. Попали в сети, как и я, эти дети советского союза, Где ты с рождения лузер, без права на свободу, Где все
Русский рэп вот-вот тебя двинет в панк Ты не рэп, ты Шрек, всему виной сканк Ты туп как боров, ты true как Боря Все свои детские истории про улицу Ты
