Übersetzung: Human Ground. Es wächst Deep.
Übersetzung: Human Ground. Word Of Death.
Übersetzung: Human Ground. Machinery Of Cheap Thrills.
I give you everything I have, the good, the bad. Why do you put me on a pedestal, I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below, So help me down you
human if you say I'm not I'm not a human if my hinges lock And this motor that you call my heart Is another machine that won't stop I'm not a human if
in a wasteland Rusting in a lonely harbor Lonely robot in a wasteland Rusting in the harbor's water I'm not a human if you say I'm not I'm not a human
but looks are free call this the rayless and benighted age witches by tallow candles shifted shifted their shapes here is the pestle and mortar that ground
: But it got stuck as I'm coming down The way the sound moves when I hit the ground A low, lower than I've ever been in Shot so hard it stung like pins
flowing upstream only human I though I could break the sound barrier I'm only stopping for heavy breathing I'm only stopping to hit the ground Only
and the ground is chrome. I'd like to take my suit off but it's too fuckin' cold. So, I go into town to grab a beer- Didn't know humans we're so weird
sea To European bliss To language of poets As i cut the cord of home I kiss my mother's mother look to the horizon Wide eyed, new ground humbled by my
you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And
on the ground... I and I, I and I, I and I from the ghetto We bleed our soul And I want you to know ! Equality is not the color of the human being skin
. A kiss on the wind, goes straight to the heart (baby believe). Promise the earth with tears of emotion if fate is a force that tears you apart. You know I'm only human
day I?ll give you everything I have The good the bad Why do you put me on a pedestal? I?m so up high that I can?t see the ground below So help me down
ll give you everything I have The good the bad... Why do you put me on a pedestal? I?m so up high that I can?t see the ground below So help me down
of burning human flesh, a makeshift cremation a shriveling fragment of death's grand design i insist -- the pleasure's all mine with orgasmic bliss the human
: Yeah, I'm running off the rails I've finally gone crazy And the ground is spinning faster Than my teeth could ever grind I know it's a shame When
