: A degradacao tem o seu preco de trecho em trecho para trabalhar a liberdade em troca de miseria mancada seria pode matar a soma de toda pobreza
A degradacao tem o seu preco de trecho em trecho para trabalhar a liberdade em troca de miseria mancada seria pode matar a soma de toda pobreza
the right to work for some else is self imposed slavery a will degradation of ones self what kind of right is that there is no way in hell! i will do
[I.] Kirotun lapsen tuore veri NA¤in mietin hiljaa yksikseni Se on surma naisen surma Ei ole kuolema urohon Kun vieras jakaa Harhojaan Rukoillen myy
While the ranks and ramparts rise One load soul melts away. When distrust of vastrous size Makes that realms do decay, When the dust of kingdoms dies
He thinks he sits on top of the world all he wants is a piece of your soul now controls your system of life beware of the rules that'll cut like a knife
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Tie me down you mean old bag Wrench the ropes down leave no sag Crack the whip across my back I love your hot and nasty attack Oh bondage I'm uptight
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa, shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle
And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near
Die Gewalt in meinem Kopf bricht mir den Verstand Kann dem GefA¬hl nicht standhalten das mich A¬bermannt Will verbrennen zerstA¦ren niederreiA?en Was
The signs were burnt within my flesh. i've been taught the left and path, since my birth Through Satan's realm my soul has been regained in torture, and
I've given up everything 'til it seems so fucking wrong I've always been tied to you, now the bond is fucking gone You're just a victim of your own decisions
Land of solitude A place of horror and dark and cruel There's no need to seek the truth Opinions are provided for you Innocence of youth Full of visionary
There's a jock living in my head The fault is you - I'm embarressed left for dead Feel like a heeler, I lie down put in chains I was to start but you
Happy birthday, you broken child Of the barbed ribs and the poison heart I would show you the view of life from the floor But the knees are as far as
Thundering cannon fire is roaring through the air Fighting courageous, driven by despair Deadly muzzle flash robs them of their pride Grapnels claw the