[Background voice] "We kill the faggots We kill the lesbians I said, God damnit, we kill 'em all!" We were taught to kneel and bow our heads Tried simply
the scabs just like an angel There's something about you Horrible things that I have done Seems this disease is slowly spreading Start running, what would you do I'd
Cut yourself in conversation Cut a line to make me feel alive 'Cause you know I'm not alive And leave me with your complications Take your life, you
fighting for the freedom Fighting for the rights For the likes of you and me This is the system you helped to create This is the system you helped to create
there was silence and the hush was almost Deafening Out of the emptiness (Salvation) Salvation, rhythm and light and sound It was the rock and roll creation
Women help to create the kind of men they despise Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches That were composed under her name Or the dignity
friend of mine asked me Where has he been Where is he now? I said he's been set free Shares a little joke with the world somehow Sounded like he'd make
You create a hell for the ones to buy your illusion You design a spell that you cast upon the forsaken Hortative You engender temptation Re-create Invent
Oh I should not be worried There's a white land and its white flame And they're telling me not to wait Now some light is coming inside and what more Can
Ibara ni karamu taiyou Tameiki to mazatte torokeru koukai Miakita yume ni tsuba wo haki warau Kodoku ni kuwareta hito-tachi no kokoro wa Zankoku ni soudatsu
Tonight, we can no longer fight We could never return to it once we begin To see through the eyes up over heaven Would you ever return to me in the end
they were drawn nigh by void, by abyss, tranquillity, heat, demise and silence the perfect order of death the angels of illusion ready for creation the
into battle Allfather, greet me in your hall A creation All it will rise again Warriors strive for vengeance Ancient shapes of creation
Brooklyn: La la la, la la la Faith: Brooklyn Brooklyn: Mommy? Mommy! Faith: Oh Brooklyn, I'm sorry I didn't give you a happy ending, I know I
hate. Your life committed ensures it's fate. Miscreant living out your dream. Ending life with all it's misery. A force you have created from the ashes
[Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann] Swath of blood, shapes of the dead My mind transforms to canvas in my head Always striving set to achieve And execute
Run Run away screaming bloody murder The doubt of question will be murdered, murdered, murdered Deception is charming I don't think so, lies, I don't