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Deep red, is blurring my eyes
I'll wait in the closet until tonight
I want you to explain your feelings for me
The blade on your skin is what matters to me
I will wait for you to scream and shout
But you open your mouth, the blood runs out...
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
The knife cuts through her skin
And your heart starts beating faster
You feel the pleasure within
As you look into her eyes...
The knife cuts through her skin
And your heart starts beating faster
You feel the pleasure within
As you look in, into her eyes!
The knife cuts through her skin
And your heart starts beating faster
You feel the pleasure within
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
You open your mouth, the blood runs out...
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You want to cause me death, when you are acting that way
I'm wrapped around your fingertips, I beg you stay
I'd always thought that we were two of a kind
But no we are not, now you can kiss my behind
Oh - you know I tried, but now I'd rather die
Than be with you again
I always tried, but now I've realized
I won't go through this again
Believe it or not, but I'm still alive
You're feeding off my blood just like a kick in the eye
Everytime you hurt me, I lie helpless for a day
I try to stand up but you're in my way
Everytime you hurt me, I lie helpless for a day
I try to stand up but you're in my way
You know I tried, but now I'd rather die
Than be with you again
I always tried, but now I've realized
I won't go through this again
Bitch! You know I cried, but now I'd rather die
Than be with you again
I always tried, but now I've realized
I won't go through this again
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Carry me,
Sore emotion.
Drowning me.
Never break the oath.
Sin for salvation.
Like leaves we fall.
From a need to nothing
I search high and low
Do not forsake me
A breath from the past
Kissing me
Through blood stains
I never felt so calm before
The entire world is deceased
So break your soul
Lets hallucinate
Because the knife
Is a ? tool Of the worlds resurection
because you know it too
Just stick it in and show it
Reflection from the dead
The meaning of it all
It all occures as a stich
Just a stitch
It's just a stitch
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I sit down in despair
I know not to run away
Curtains down, ? with you
Those were such good days
? drowns me
Everything got dark
The space behind our closer goes through corridors of pain
I run through corridors of pain
But I'm not afraid to die
'cause I'm not afraid to die
A frozen end greets me as I ? and die
The splashed against the floor are reach out
Spirits in the sky
Thunderbolts
In softening my fears
I know where I am headed
Watch the world run through my tears
I watch the world run through my tears
And I'm not afraid to die Not afraid to die
Plasmatic drugs mutation slowly weakened through the year
As if in reach it's target slowly dies.
It dies in instant fear
Below the surface
Beneath the boiling ground,
Still searching for the truth; Why am I here, why am I bound?
Why am I here, why am i bound?
And I'm not afraid to die
It's the deepest over where you can't see, can you feel the light?
Can you feel the light?
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A missile body
A missile body
Electronic warefare
Three lives to live
I'm trapped inside my zone
Firing shots, I became the target
I've lost my shields, she's bulletproof
Pressing buttons and shifting gear
You run away from what you fear
She shoots to kill
Electronic Warfare!
A missile body
Electronic warefare
One life to go
You shoot before you aim
I'm reaching for a killer's heart
The only thing I claim
Time is running out
Suppose it's not a game
You reload your gun
Electronic Warfare!
Shut down all the electronic systems
Three lives to live
I'm trapped inside my zone
Firing shots, I became the target
I've lost my shields, she's bulletproof
Pressing buttons and shifting gear
You run away from what you fear
She shoots to kill
Electronic Warfare!
A missile body
Electronic warefare
A missile body
Electronic warefare
A missile body
Electronic warefare
One life to go
You shoot before you aim
I'm reaching for a killer's heart
The only thing I claim
Time is running out
Suppose it's not a game
You reload your gun
Electronic Warfare!
A missile body
Electronic warefare
A missile body
Electronic warefare
A missile body
Electronic warefare
Shut down all the electronic systems
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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
to all tomorrows parties?
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
to all tomorrows parties.
And where will she go and what shall she do
when midnight comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
and cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
to all tomorrows parties?
Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns
to all tomorrows parties?
And what shall she do with yesterday's rags
when Monday comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
and cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
to all tomorrows parties?
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
for whom no will go mourning.
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
of rags and silks, a costume.
Fits for one who sits and cries,
for all tomorrows parties.
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Drag me through the vaporous void
Prevent this misery
Stay until the end inside of me
Drag me through the vaporous void
Prevent this misery
Take me to the place where i can see you
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I see the sinners suffering
I hear them screaming and I watch them burn and die
It ain't looking good but never mind
'Cuz now they fade away...
The inquisition has done its job
The dead skews just a-blowing in the wind
Their hearts were black and full of sin
And now they fade away...
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Freezing image, strobe of light, my head falls to the ground
Fighting with myself in search for life
Greedy fingers point at me, I'm on my own again
No one inside, no one to blame
Petrified with blasphemy so evil will occur
And try to penetrate my soul
Systonic structure is storing information in my mind
Through eyes and ears I reach my goal
Malfunction synthesystem is our destiny
We're psyched and trained to win the war
The reason is that we obey what you oppose
I listen to my conscience don't ask why
Step inside now
Watch me fall
And watch me float
Cuz we are changing structures
So kill the light, and watch me glow
Freezing in this stobe of light, my head falls to the ground
Fighting with myself in search for life
Greedy fingers point at me, I'm on my own again
No one inside, am I insane?
Step inside now, watch me fall
And watch me float
Cuz we are changing structures
So kill the light, and watch me glow
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Artist: Apoptygma Berzerk
Song: Ashes To Ashes (German Slam Version)
Album:
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Misery
Maltreatment
Needless
Suspicion
Discriminate
Body Count
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust to dust
Push out
Believing
Peace
Forgiveness
Fear
Salvation
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Leave it
All right
Childhood
Once torn
Theft
Harassing
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Yeah
"Let's see, what's the best way to explain our stereoponic sound"
"Let's see, what's the best way to explain our stereoponic sound"
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Artist: Apoptygma Berzerk
Song: Ashes To Ashes (German Slam Version)
Album:
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Misery
Maltreatment
Needless
Suspicion
Discriminate
Body Count
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust to dust
Push out
Believing
Peace
Forgiveness
Fear
Salvation
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Leave it
All right
Childhood
Once torn
Theft
Harassing
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Yeah
"Let's see, what's the best way to explain our stereoponic sound"
"Let's see, what's the best way to explain our stereoponic sound"
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You're such scum.
Stop it.
Do you ?
Do you ?
Stop war.
Fuck those going to war.
Make them stop.
Wrack'em to pieces.
Most of us don't want a war.
Stupid murder scum.
You're such scum.
Stop war.
Those who want a war, wrack'em to pieces
You're such scum.
Sort it out.
Those who want a war, wrack'em to pieces.
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I see the sinners suffering
I hear them screaming and I watch them burn and die
It ain't looking good but never mind
'Cuz now they fade away...
The inquisition has done its job
The dead skews just a-blowing in the wind
Their hearts were black and full of sin
And now they fade away...
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