There's a voice in my head, telling me why I should hate you But I hate myself instead There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me I
Psychological You've got a problem With the reason why An asymmetric haircut And a painted eye It's psychological Psychological Is it a cry for help
What's wrong with him? He looks dead. Abbraccio la morte, perche e un dono. Lascia andare la vita. Abbandona questo tempo. Niente piu sofferenza.
When it stops when it fades When the bodies have all hit the ground I'll be there at a funeral for a friend When it's done when it's over When the buildings
I-----I got a feeling, deeper emotion I'm not the only one- So cut the pain until its gone- Time----where have you gone now, seems just like yesterday
I'd do anything for you - girl you know it's true All the beauty you see before your eyes - Are lies So let's stop pretending - we're still alive You
The icebox is locked and I can't cool down It's Louisiana hot - old dog in a new town Round midnight why can't the light be found Got me poundin' on
Ticker tape parades Embalmed in napalm A struggle for power In the belly of the beast Disneyland debutantes Table dance for dollars While Silicone
Bear your fangs -- To show you're in the mood I've got your innocence -- Hanging from a noose Now's the time to set things clear Oh my love -- Come over
Crawled across this glass, slept on these nails Dissapointment never fails These blood shot eyes focus on your flaws Now reach for the shortest straw
There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, But I hate myself instead. There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
The city freed the man in me Came to call, down the street With no intentions There's no use in begging for A crucifux, An altar boy There's no
Übersetzung: Bayside. Alkohol und Alter Boys.
packet of snouts and a shivering face than the place called home i just come from, there's trouble brewing, it wouldn't be long So it's with the boys
of my cock A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night Boys get crazy in the head and suffer I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
Korn am Tag ficke wie ein Pornostar Fave ist jetzt, der mit Abstand bekannteste Borbecker! Am Borbecker Markt steht bald ein Denkmal! (Fave, rest in peace du alter
West plus Tracks von den Eimsbusch-Boys, es ist der Beste, der rhymt auf Deutsch, Alpha-Gene, ich komme aus Kanada, doch Kids sagen: "Alter Schwede",