Faced with shame, I accept a will that that's long departed Phased with games, I resent a world I once regarded But now it seems the changes must be made
Mirame, yo no se si al fin lograre encontrar quien hay tras mi reflejo, me marche y mi corazon quedo atras. Lo que ves es solo un papel que representar
You know you're so mystifying You know you're so mystifying Well, help me, baby, get a message through You leave my mouth wide open with the things that
Ooh, it's got me mystified, heavy now Deep down to my soul You try to keep the wheel steady now Easy as she goes I can hear on the wind a tale that needs
faced with shame, i accept a will that that's long departed phased with games, i resent a world i once regarded but now it seems the changes must
He will break your heart, if you go with him. Tear it all apart, and that would be a sin. I'm really mystified, I even sat right down and cried. I'm the
All veils and misty Streets of blue Almond looks That chill divine Some silken moment Goes on forever <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">
Alright, mystify Mystify (yeah you mystify) With your eyes (oh yeah now with your eyes) Play the part (gotta play the part. play the part) Take your time
Wrath from burning beings. Disfigured in evil sins. Fascinating disgust flesh. Splendor with hellish regrets. Burn thee with thy internal fire. Rejoice
When I close my eyes. A voice resounds in my mind. Kill. Kill. Thou shalt kill. You were born to kill. This is the time to face my fate. Knives, guns
From hallucinations, thou hath been born. Bright like a falling star. Born from men's rib or from men's dream. Come out second universe's being. You
The pale figure of the holy bastard. Bleeds on the cross. It is the root of all evil. Feel its stink on the cross. A false martyr paying for our sins.
Thou hath created religion. A seed of intolerance sown in the human heart. The most noxious convictions. Thou hath created gods. Skulls piled to build
Superstitions remained for centuries. Journey into men' fears. The darkest hallucinations of the middle ages. Still burns in the witches' hearts. Soothsayers
Believed being this world. The most wonderful of the worlds. The will and its illusions. Culminate in illusions of disillusions. If suffering doesn't
Open the gates of the graveyard. Where corpses rest like layers. In glorious flying thunder comes the courier of death. Moor his black horse's tail. Around
Surrounded by rules that limit their thoughts. Chained to obsolete conceptions regarding this world. Victim of own malicious tricks and faults. Inferior
Why does religion need the darkness to shine?. Does fear feed the Devil or the human mind?. There's no god above us or below us. Deny Jesus Christ and