It?s no wonder we?re all scared When our submission makes demands And who the hell are you? Is it asked or forced to do? Do you pray for holiness Or
(...of the beast) You touch my feet without a word And undress you body slowly Showing hunger of dead shoulders To my eyes... Insatiable of trembling
Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory? It's the People's Army that murdered the people
Under a blood-red moon in the cold lakes of Thule Winter shadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness In these shadows of death I
Search for my subconscious Lead me into myself A need to discover the dark A will to enter these gates Oh, this temptation to end this empty life In my
Under the stars, Spanish guitars Sing the Santa Maria outside my room The music's playing on a sweet bougainvillea breeze Romantically, oh, but not for
I'm goin' where those chilly winds don't blow, oh baby; Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow; I'm goin' where I've never been before, oh baby; Goin
At times I wish I were dead Busy people dancing all over my head This I value with every move they make Real bad headache with every step they take
At the centre Where they go on weekdays It takes hours Just to slake that thirst Heavy heels And a daunting post rate Bad idea for your Blistered toes
Robert Hey there Mister Mirror Man Shakin' and a quakin' Tremblin' like 'dem fraidy cats do Somethin' big be botherin' you Cold Feets Cold Feets Brother
[Peter Raymond Dayton:] "I want you."
[Mystery Man:] "Mmm. Hmm... Ha, ha, ha, ha!"
On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen
Well I'm going where chilly winds don't blow Oh Lord, God when chilly winds don't blow I'm going where chilly winds don't blow, baby Where the chilly
Take your shot. I still take your words to heart. Cold fingers (reveal messages of hate on my screen.) Reveal messages of hate on my screen. Cold. As
(Heather Rankin) So hard to let you go No day passes me by But I hear your voice And I miss your warm smile And the spring is blooming And the snow has
Here I am in your room going through your stuff Said you'd be gone five minutes, that's time enough Here in your drawer there's lacy things Old credit
the cold twilight was giving way to that frozen night when he started to say through you eyes I can see none of your lies convince me the dancing shadows