1. |
Clownophobia
02:41
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CLOWNOPHOBIA
Welcome to the freakshow
This will be your last trip
Come and see the blood flow
Killer clowns are fuckin’sick!
You can run and you can hide
These maniacs are around
They will get you from behind
The clowns are back in town!
As they murder they get high
Fear the horn sound
They will get you from behind
THE CLOWNS ARE BACK IN TOWN!
They share toxic candy
That will make you laugh to death
They will rip your body
And play cricket with your head
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Cigar Ashes
03:54
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CIGAR ASHES
FUCK OFF!!
Do you ever feel the hate?
Now everything is made
How do you think I have to draw that burning flame
Go away of my head
Now everything is dead
I'm sure you'll well when all your friends corrupt your brain
Let me forget the pain
With my guitar I will completely close your stain
You're just Cigar Ashes
That have long burned alone
You're just my heart ashes
That have made my red stone
No more fears…
No more tears…
LIGHT IS NEAR!!
You, poison of my soul
Now everything is shown
I healed you with girls, sex, drugs and rock and roll
It's time for you to go
Now this story lets me breathe rather than blow
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3. |
The Riders of Apocalypse
05:34
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THE RIDERS OF APOCALYPSE
Come closer my fellows
And listen to this tale:
There were five bastards
Riding their motorcycles
Rolling through the depths of hell
With hunger in their hearts
And rage in their minds
They became... The Riders of Apocalypse!
One is crazy Kenny
He enjoys blowing demon's minds
He can use his fists or shoot a gun
He kills just like a psychopath
He doesn't need no drink,
He doesn't need no drug
He’s just a fearless man
But if he gets mad 'cause of a dumb guy
He will make a bloodbath.
Dirty Rick heard some pleasure screams,
The succubus were waiting for him...
Those lustful creatures wanted to play hard
They sure made him go down, down, down on them
They tied him up and whipped him hard
Eventually he managed to break free
And man, he rode those whores just like his motorbike
They did not stop 'till the end of the night!
They are the riders... of Apocalypse
Hell throne is their dream
They’re gonna make you scream!
They are the riders…of Apocalypse
They want to ride all night
'Cause the road is their live
The third is drunken Will,
He ran out of gasoline
Madehis bobber drink the strongest gin
Straight to hell at double speed
When he arrived, he met his mates
They broke into Satan's lair
And stole the biggest whiskey lake
So they could get drunk everyday
Paul doesn't have the party,
The party that he wants
So he made his decision and went to hell
To get wasted with his pals
So if you don’t agree, he doesn't give a fuck
Because his party turns to hell
He says: "come with me and my bottle of rum
and leave the boring moments on earth".
He reached his destination
The throne was in front of him
He started to run with an axe in his hands
The Devil’s head is what he holds now
The highest demon, king of everyman
Surrender and knell before him…
The Riders ruled together in hell
And the Apocalypse BEGAN!!!
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4. |
You Live Inside Me
04:25
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YOU LIVE INSIDE ME
Black turns in my soul,
Hate has entered in that roll
Hold my hand
When my wings have grown…
Dying with a pained soul
You came, you take it all
But now you’re gone,
The pain has returned
You live inside me…
Waking up thinking it’s all over
Everyday feeling I’m older
Than when you used to stay with me
Walking down the lonely road,
And now I’m standing in front of your door,
I scream to the wind, please listen,
Please come back, come back with me.
I’m still waiting you…
Show me the way to go when the tears make me slave of sorrow,
Show me the way to go when the fear takes me, in a hollow…
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5. |
Set On Fire
05:31
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SET ON FIRE
Empty words in a ring
are fighting without mercy
two disguised positions walking with nowhere destiny
Smashing my brush in your face
Let my fury do the rest
Take a new blank support to do a Pollock with your...
Blood is what I use in my paints
The painture runs in my veins
I don't know if you really, really, really, really leave me alone
I don't know if your patience for my brushes is a fire stone
Finally you'll destroy all that you've created some years ago
Then you will need some help to get your sweet son baby to your home
Lines where the dreams come alive,
The real world I will set on fire!
Punish my skin, mold my scars
but I'm still here, I will rise
take a picture of my heart 'cause this is what I am so…
Close in the room of my pain
The anxiety turns on the flame
The repression is just impression of hypocrisy
hypocrisy made by themselves
Feel I have to do it by myself
In the sea where I drown
there's no pain to anyone
In the sea where I drown
Inspiration always comes... around
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