Fuck The Facts piosenki

Your broken mirror Are your best feature I watch my step To not cut myself I’ve made you dull Dreamless nights Have made you dull Stick it back where it belongs Lock it up Inside you Don’t come home Looking that way Look at me I’m so old Inside me I’m so tired...

J’aimerais y être encore. écouter mon walkman, dans le tapis, ma vielle cassette tapée de FYP. que j’ai probablement reculée manuellement avec mon crayon mine, pendant la dernière période de classe. pour sauver sur les batteries. et le son du punk garage, me r...

Nous sommes si fiers de notre identité culturelle et oublions souvent que nous ne suivons que le courant. Nous avons droit à une pale copie des hits américains, sinon une traduction bâclée. Les mêmes têtes que l’on voit à toutes les stations. Ils s’invitent d’...

The meter will not wait for me. nursing tomorrow where it doesn’t belong. I will blow the hours, waste them in time. I will fill the vacancy with excuses for a better opportunity. in line for the perfect moments. I will cover myself in disarray. I will over ch...

Failure will find you. Escape this, I dare you to try. I find myself thinking about the wrongs that I did. 

All my convictions turned to rust, washed away, from the second I met you. Staring at me, asking for shelter and I refused. I’m not your own, absent and despite, if you’re troubled, I’ll never be there, come close. The last thing you should pursue: that strong...

Tame amber lights, orange basking my fatigued limbs. winds that tell me all the truth. no more aiding withered signs. a crash course, in belief, between walking and sleep. I left it all. and forever blind, and forever jaded. you can leach on and male excuses f...

Le gardien de mes regrets me guette, s’assure que je n’oublie pas mes tourments, me présente en rafale les pires racoins de mon subconscient, sirote mes larmes vieillies, fume les cendres de mes souvenirs ; j’ai mis tant d’efforts à les faire disparaitre....

Where was the sun? Deep down in shit It's my belief The sun is a lie This is over Where was the sun? My god forsakes And now it's time Take down the blind And take over Forsake my god and die My soul cannot go on Take me, take me, bre...

If those few words were the last ones ever said. And this goodbye would be the final one. Those cents the last ones ever spent. If this night would stop or never end. The snow would never melt or the sun never be again. Could it be the last night and the last...

Marked, as empires expand and collapse, or beliefs that spread and wither. Control. A pattern of conquest and excesses that doom. Overweening ambition, or some poetic justice? you are tracing a life circle, confined, in a repeated pattern. Halfway through the...

Your credit, is outstanding, congrats. A beating spent. Show yourself the door, goodnight. 

Give your blood to the ground. Restitution's' erotic sound. 

Lost in the modern world I deal with the loss I keep busy Sorry I inject him deep inside me Having fun Dance with death Happy Run yourself through my weak body Take away my pain Sorry Dance with death In weakness Keep me safe Make my mind combust...

Dead men on holiday. Crept up slow pack bags, inhale the stale cigarette. Exhale freedom between. Between the cold roll steel bars. I hear the ether calling out. Verses trapped in my dreams. Undreamt 

Blacked out. Urge not to live. I used to have. A shade of my own. Life has consumed. What was mine. I struggle being significant. Almost unknown. A stranger to this face of the earth. I’m waiting for you. You’ll realize what you just lost. I’ll steal. Your mos...

A solid voice on an old archive recording. the passionate words, a now past crusade. a tenacious battle to overcome inequity against an oppressing, conservative, religious, patriarchal society. her impregnable voice, their account of injustice, their reality,...

Il veut Me vendre sa recette miracle Pourquio il est bien Pourquio il est Maintenant Un homme accompli Et que finalement Il a eu La grande revelation Qu'il peut Faire changer le monde Avec assez de determination Il se ressemblent tous, d'une facon...

[Our stories disclose in a general way what we used to be like, what happened, and what we are like now. If you have decided you want what we have and are willing to go to any length to get it - then you are ready to take certain steps. At some of these we b...

Masked under a well crafted, public image of politician, generation saviour. visionary or religious crusader, the lives, the memory thieves. their bags loaded with shattered rights and crushed dignities. their theory, well perfected, well tested. abominable re...