Fuck The Facts piosenki

This is an ex-neo-nazi leaders confession "Until i became an alien, I had never understood how stupid rascism is. I realized my idea was wrong, dangerous and foolish. Neo-nazism never can be the sollution of the matter!" He isnt a neo-nazi anymore...

Does that writing on the wall tell us it’s not true? Less time to decide, clocks are burning. We’re now thrown together. There are few chances for a tomorrow. We’re not holding on. The curse is short but binding. The curse never ends. Last chance, claim your d...

a perfect plan. the architect. a piece of man. a filthy mess. cocaine. the victim. a misled talent. rising to the top. you paid for it. ensnare. overwhelmed by his debts. in a viscous circle. as everything sunk. triggered by his problems. needing to save his b...

No time for smiling I'm trying to swallow Last time you said it Last time (you) meant it Now, prove your point Look me in the eye (Don't tempt me) Trying not to hide your smile (Don't try) Tell me it'll be fine (Don't tempt me) Neither one of us e...

Free in a cage, this is my tomb. they’ll have to drag me out of here. this is my tomb. this is mine. 

You mouthed it all, atrociously too perfect. Posed, calm, with this dreadful civility. This grin! Reminiscence of a polite drink, a juice cocktail without liquor. A friendly flavour that pleases all, repels no one. You are a soft crowd pleasure. Like a l...

Into the endless nightmare. A descent into these hollow confrontations that came so quickly undone. If we are what we say, we'll never feel the need to argue. But we'll never agree. So, by all means, let the showdown commence. We need it now, more than an...

The nights, the traveled shared. the souvenir of you, in a distant past. made us closer. the creative spring, brought us closer. just like a brother. I never feared the threat of time. and I never guessed that we would drift so far apart. your support, your pr...

La paix! la paix! Qu'est qu'on en a rêvé, malheureusement c'est déjà commencé. Une mission dérision. Le peuple ne peux s'y fier, mais pourquoi. Pour la première fois, la notion de guerre préventive, hyperpuissance, ses intérets désormais des droits, vision d'u...

Ashes and promises share a bond Through the winds of change Words are blown away When visions that should be Are tattooed in your mind The power to let go Is sometimes hard to find The answer cannot be found In the writing of others Or the words of a...

I swam until I was too far out and I would never make it back alive. Drew my last few breathes and screamed my terminal final act. Faster I ran towards the end of the line. Returning not the worst to come until the waves wash clean the shore. The dirt will eve...

At the core of my being; a void. At the heart of this ocean of disillusion, you are suffering. Empty, used up. This gaping hole I can’t fix. I am suffering I can’t blame it on the absence of spiritualism; it contradicts the schematic of my beliefs. This...

Everything has just shut off I try to call someone Why bother? Silence I know it has begun The world has just drifted And I will Survive it In the pitch black dark All I can hear Is the sound of panic Standing out with the rest of them Everyone is g...

Lying in the streets of Berlin. Covered by the dust of fear and the remains of screams. Shinning in the single role of her career. Starring as a simple creature within the empire. The Golden age of motherhood. In the glamour of an obsessed nation. Giving up fo...

The things I recall; you killing me twice. You embalmed my will to speak, all that’s unsaid. Destroy the love and love my own death. My roadway, in ruins. You gave me something for which I never asked. How can I blame you? Surrounded by my needs, scared, alone...

Does anyone care or know it's all been done Look, the screams from the sun God it's getting hot God It's gotta stop Last stop till oblivion Well then, it's been fun 

When I wasn't babysitting for my drug money, or selling my sister into prostitution, I could often be found reading copies of Martha Stewart's "Living" magazine. I appreciated the helpful "Home Tips" that she gave us, but soon I had realized that I was just fa...

Buried alive. Feeding on broken dreams. Virgin, undone. An aging white page. And it eats you up. From the inside out. Eats you up. Inside out. Try to convince yourself this is for real. And the bitter taste in your mouth keeping you awake at night. It eats you...

Je ne suis pas victime, je ne cherche pas compassion. Je ne suis pas lâche, je ne suis pas aveugle, je ne le suis pas. Perce-moi avec tes mots crus. Perce-moi pour que je me sente vivante. Je ne suis pas victime, je ne cherche pas compassion. Je ne suis...

The clock keeps ticking. The hour of light has faded, with the end crumbling into itself. The moment has been tasted, used, and thrown away. Time crashed. None of us paid attention. The glow has faded, and the memories, laughing in their corner. Smiling down o...