IRC-Galleria

197666 I was born a bastard and a son of a bitch.
And Im sick, sick motherfucker sick.

In 197666 I nailed a G.I. Joe to a crucifix.
And Im sick, sick motherfucker sick.

I dont wanna commit suicide.
I just wanna commit a homicide.
Oh yeah, thats what I am...

76 born a son of a bitch.
76 born a son of a bitch.
Oh yeah, thats what I am...
DIEMATAFAKADIE

Tired of your fucking lies in your blood tainded hands, you should was them up...

THE MAAATTAFAKIN POIIIINT OF PERFECTSÖN

It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.

For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
i love you...

I don't believe it come to this...

Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs, they start to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck
I can't believe it's come to this
And dear, I fear
That this ship is sinking tonight

I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
And I'll save you from yourself
And I'll save you from yourself

Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs begin to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck

I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear
I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear
This ship is sinking
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure on your lips
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure

Close your eyes
There's nothing we can do
But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves
You're trapped in your past
Like it's six feet under

I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself

Try to numb the pain
With alcohol and pills
But it won't repair your trust
You can't stand on two fucking feet
With a substance as a crutch

I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy

I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy

If you remember you sold everyting you own, are you fucked??? Now you are on your own, Are you fucked, Are you fucked??? So i say FUCKYOU!!! When the party started you do it every fucking year, Now ya are so fucking OWN...