arteries Mass hypnosis Uncertain of being back They make you feel so good Everything's darkened Obey like a fool Hate through the arteries Mass hypnosis
Übersetzung: Children of Bodom. Mass Hypnosis.
Why did they have to come and blow you away? It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "
Clarity and prayer There's more than money moving here There's mindless maggot glare Working horrors-humping Tories Spittle on their chins Carving up my children
The ones deprived from the ecstasy that binds the neglect Better lead than being led, earn any victory For you stand superior above the plague and it's mass
4:10] Revolution's coming now [Verse 2] And now the children take up their arms And lead us in the charge of enlightenment [Mark 10:15] A mass exodus
souls will travel (bring out your dead) A woman in black cries As the deathly procession passes by And monks moan en masse Ohohohohohoh [gregorian chants
breaking work. Say a prayer for his wife and his children, Who burn the fires and who still till the earth. And when I search a faceless crowd, A swirling mass
god blinded by faith. crippled with pride hatred infects while we hang on the lies faith. pride. hatred. lies hidden hands seek armageddon killing. dying suffering masses. children
knowledge I drop will be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children You can
swim in the ocean With two cement shoes and some calamine lotion Paris hilton can be worth a billion I wouldnt fuck that bitch with madonna's 10 children
: You mind us of beeing crippled Mass appear to watch devil Radio why you?re so late You turn to make your brain It?s a shame There?s no blood to bleed
for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn the fires and who still till the earth When I search a faceless crowd Swirling mass
: (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse
not move in masses We have lit our candles from your ashes We are the warriors of the sun The golden boys and the golden girls For a better world We are the children
the same damn spot The people who ordered the workers shot Fought as the poor for the same damn right Of their children to sleep well fed at night Oh Children
fate is I stroll where souls get lose like Vegas Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses Pray to God that my arms reach the masses The young smoke grass
black abyss, bought most of his friends His coffins full of abortions Outside the black temple, dragons were swarmin' Enormous, abomination came with the children