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From Poland With Love
02:28
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Oh, oh!
I love your pictures. I love your posts.
I never disapear, when you’re “on”.
From Poland With Love
Te sigo la pista todo el día
Persigo tus fotos en top
Sentiste también ese escalofrío
Y entiendo tu español
Si vas a avisar a la policía
Si vas a sentirte mejor.
Recuerda decir en comisaría
Lo lejos que estoy.
From Poland, with Love!
Lack of laughter. Icons On.
What am i doing here?
Oh, oh!
Te sigo la pista todo el día…
You’re Overeacting, wherever I come From!
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Black Mamba
03:51
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I’m paying the price of a life at the limit
The rattle of the snake in the desert whispers.
The dust of the road makes me smoke it,
You’re thinking about why I can’t stop it.
I’m full of power, I’m crossing the lines,
The hawk eye bleeds, into the city.
I’m full of power I’m crossing the lines,
gunpowder excite, say me the secret.
Turn me on!
The barman show me a especial edition
The hypntized outlaws stop me and kneel down.
The crowd made true, all my wishes,
and nobody dares to tell me I’m broken.
Im full of power…
Turn me on!
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3. |
Venus
04:37
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These are the Powers you gave me, Lord
Now all of them have gone ever & evermore.
This is the pass of the test, you have to show what you got and what not. That kind of rest you need to be the best, and say, u don’t worth that.
Venus is Over. You can’t come and say you’re on. Venus is over. You want to wait but this isn’t for you, no goal.
And If you want me, I show you no more. The hell you’re askin for, you hav or you hav not.
This is the pass…
Venus is over…
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4. |
Eferverante
04:23
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Por si acaso olvidas darme la medicina, mi cuerpo es frágil como sombra de papel.
Mañana es un gran día, tormentas de agua fría. No es algo en que se pueda confiar sin sospechar.
Acércate a mi tienda, lo tengo todo en venta. Intuyo que algo te ha llamado mi intención.
Ya nada me molesta, va a terminar la fiesta. Lo hacemos con la ropa puesta, sin dejar sospecha.
Preguntas en el aire, curiosidad estresante. Somos distantes, de lo más ignorantes.
Sólo tarda un instante, como un eferverante. Todo es más fácil que soñar con ese escaparate.
Dame otra frase, dame un respiro. Tan sorprendido. Metedla un tiro.
Acércame, no pasará. Todo es más fácil que soñar.
Despídete, no ocurrirá. Voy a intentarte engañar.
Dame un sitio a donde ir, busco alguien para morir.
A lo mejor después, más tarde de las diez
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5. |
Sex With Jesus
03:47
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I am always thinking of doing it right, I’m thinking of many things tonite
Now we want to repeat: inmobilized you can no breath.
I don't know you anything, I don’t know you anything at all.
This bed is only good for two. No one will know what we’ll do.
Too much time missing you, I know that you can see what they do.
I don't know you anything…
Cross the line yourself, to see me again…
I survived on your land, filling waste and misery to the world. Where all things have no worth.
Empty faces around the clock, waiting for the hour of the knock enlightening the way. I don't know you anything, at all…
I survived…
We are alive in a world, where you have to decide. Whether we love or we hate, to have sex with Jesus.
I survived…
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6. |
Removing Patterns
06:23
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There are wounds under my skin. She’s alone, I have no fear
But the shadow walks to me and goes away til’ disappear.
In this place the light is black, there is no way to come back.
Their decitions break my mind, destroy the sand and dry the lakes,
I’ve lost all my discipline, I don’t have all what is mine
No, no / my crime
I don't want to see no more, I Throw it up, so don’t say nothing. Please, get away from here, your words expired, don’t want to see no more. By the walls an angel crawls, she told me that she can no more.
But your eyes looking into my eyes pleading revenge, i don’t want to see no more, no more…
The spiders again. The spiders again. The spiders around the world.
No one knows where is the end. Everybody’s lost the train
One of this days will rain needles and they’ll dig you in the face.
I don't care how old are you, I wanna know what is the truth
I only care about fucking spiders in my room.
I’ve lost all my discipline, I don’t hav all what is mine. No, no.
I don't want to see no more... i don’t want to see you again, again…
At the end I miss the minion who is torturing every night.
Who is disturbing all the systems and the circuits of my life.
You can try as many times to hear my teardrops as you want
You will never get away….
By the walls an angel gasps, By the walls an angel cries.
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