Look up in the sky, It's a crow! It's a bat! No, it's super nigger! Confused, some say I can't lose, All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views
I took the long long way to help you I never took my eyes off the trail I never say goodbye so I ask myself why this is what I got in the mail I took
Victory by vehemence... the conquerd shall feel our steel Implode the structures of religion All faith in god collapses Your shrine of gold has rusted
Calling all you non-achievers We are as one and we make a stand Our wishes of no direction Repay (?) the same till we reach the end I imagine all these
I was supposed to tell you about the point of departure But with the aim of a drunken archer, I will probably stray You can see in her bold eyebrow, you
Last night I see you you were howling at the moon If I ever see you again it will be too soon The house that you live in will burn down to the ground
(Lyrics by F. Krynojewski) (Music by F. Krynojewski and V. Frerich) The origin of perversion lies deep within our doom Unleashed in massive extinction
Heaven fell from the sky tonight There were virgins in my backyard chasing angels with fire sticks? Heaven fell on herself tonight And Moses lay in pieces
Ahh luna Luna Ahh Ya morira un amor bajo la luna Ahh luna Luna Bajo la luna Ehh Ehh Ehh Ehh Bajo la luna A el lo excita el beso ajeno A ese pecado pleno
Je t'emmenerai a l'hotel Si un jour on se rencontrait Que tu n'aies pas la trentaine Ou que tu l'aies deja passee Toi qui survis en sourdine Dans le fond
Answers in front of you Afraid to see the truth Hindering thoughts of sorrow Shrouding your recluse Resentment keeps you under Drowning in disbelief
I still remember you And what you wanted too So many years ahead The world belonged to you I still believe in you And what you want to do The things you
He was the first of the nonbelievers They denied every single word he said Though he could assure them the men in parade Would lead them into even greyer
Factoria Castigalo a todos los hombres que son infieles Factoria Castigalo para que se manejen y no jueguen con las mujeres Dj greg factoria (coro)
What will be left when I've drawn my last breath Besides the folks I've met and the folks who've known me Will I discover a soul-saving love Or just the
Est-il en notre temps rien de plus odieux De plus desesperant, que de n'pas croire en Dieu ? J'voudrais avoir la foi, la foi d'mon charbonnier Qui est