: [Music & Lyrics: P. Wagner] Shoot down the helpless - That's nothing new But I ain't gonna be oppressed by you Mister ruler - You bathe in blood But
[Music & Lyrics: P. Wagner] Shoot down the helpless - That's nothing new But I ain't gonna be oppressed by you Mister ruler - You bathe in blood But
Always a new temptation, I am desire Always in moderation, if it's a hunger from the heart Trying to keep it all out of sight and mind Out of sight and
It moves between us for one moments Like opium and your heart We've remedies from the ancient gods To heal the morals of our shadow devil Devil come
[Incomprehensible] I'm on a submarine mission for you baby Feel the way you were going Picked you up on my TV screen I feel your undercurrent flowing
Your desk, your seat, You dedicate all to your greed It feeds your hand Your eyes will starve In noman's land You learn, your work, you'll break, Now
You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on You turn me on
You say it's not good enough for you But then you say it's not good enough for anyone but you You say you just have to be left alone So now you're alone
Shut out, cut out, bloodless Hopeless, hating as I fade Pulsate, pushing, head exploding Razor sharp the tongue is Put down, run out, I could care less
The sun enveloped in haze - like it's beam Oh - my life's moon! Sway in shadows Sleep and smoke to one's heart's content Be serious and discreet And drive
falling-Crawling - to Submission As they Make their Attack Power-Brings You to your Knees there is no turning back Your Mind is controlled-life is Now
Two bright eyes and one red mouth And two long legs and one icon They can't think and they can't act They wear straps, two long legs Submission, submission
Push the boundaries of suffering The mind is a bottomless pit of evil desires Designs of endless punishment Mental suffering intentionally inflicted
Fused with this Systematically existing To resist Like pawns on a chess board Power sadists Engineering loss of hope Fortune seekers Treading you beneath
we gather here to dance and play through the night until the dawn of a new day, sweating out our anger, singing to soothe our pain, drowning our sorrow
Your face is sweet like mine is cold We'll be divine and fly I wish I could I want to feel the same I wish I could I want to feel the same I wish I could
We are an experiment programmable shells lab at breeders hold the water bottle humans push the pellets three miles with the turning signal on we are
So much smaller on my own. So much weaker when alone. Here's my submission to you. I'm beggin', please, why don't you hurt me? I'm beggin', please, just