Soilent Green lyrics
Soilent Green lyrics
"Swallowhole lyrics"
Juonitaan Ja Jeesustellaan lyrics
Juonitaan ja jeesustellaan Pyydet??n ja rukoillaan Luvataan ja unohdetaan Hymyill??n ja k?tell??n CHORUS: Meille lumi alla jalasten laulaa lauluaan ja kimaltelee Siperian y? Niin monta pient? unelmaa
Juonitaan ja jeesustellaan Pyydet??n ja rukoillaan Luvataan ja unohdetaan Hymyill??n ja k?tell??n CHORUS: Meille lumi alla jalasten laulaa lauluaan ja kimaltelee Siperian y? Niin monta pient? unelmaa
Murderer, absorbed in your flame
To captors mind the eyes are dim to close
Vicious attempt to let this pain be shown
My breath knotted (grasping for air through lust)
Distinctively crimson a wonder of wretchedness
Taste my thoughts
Of untold taboo
Avoid caress
Touch of rape
The saliva from your lips is glossy
Shown questioned faces gain an erotic taste
To die a thousand times before dying
Pray once and die a
Fat Bob's Feet lyrics
Fat Bob does not wash or scrub HE'S NEVER SEEN A BATH TUB BEFORE When will Fat Bob use the sink? WE CAN'T FACE THE FAT BOB STINK NO MORE! [Chorus:] A KILLER PONG ON A GATESHEAD STREET 50 DROP DEADY...
thousand more Fat Bob does not wash or scrub HE'S NEVER SEEN A BATH TUB BEFORE When will Fat Bob use the sink? WE CAN'T FACE THE FAT BOB STINK NO MORE! [Chorus:] A KILLER PONG ON A GATESHEAD STREET 50 DROP DEADY...
Broken puzzle
Missing pieces
Choking words
Murdering this sweet innocence
Saving from these evil needs
Tortured by a needless soul
I'm someone to protect you
Using all that's left for warmth
Inserting into bloodied orifices
Pale skin before the light
Pale skin after the night
Fondling yourself, look at me with deepness
Enrage myself being for masturbation
Anger strides with swift motion
Waehle 3-3-3 lyrics
Wähle 3-3-3 auf dem Telefon Wähle 3-3-3 und du hast mich schon Wähle 3-3-3 und dann glaube mir Ich bin 1-2-3 schon bei dir. Ist unser Beatfest am Sonntag aus Und geh'n wir dann ganz betr&uu
of hurt Wähle 3-3-3 auf dem Telefon Wähle 3-3-3 und du hast mich schon Wähle 3-3-3 und dann glaube mir Ich bin 1-2-3 schon bei dir. Ist unser Beatfest am Sonntag aus Und geh'n wir dann ganz betr&uu
Feeding this grin of displeasure
The stepping-stones of lust are drowned
Licking the scars of your fate
Background flashing with intensity
Speechless figure With blindfold on
Hands are removed
Silhouette pulsing with deviance
The moral part a canvas
I am the artist You are my creation
Red shocks this vulgar picture
Cyprian angels mourning
Condemned to weep impure
Kindred of the plenty
Cheap Guy lyrics
you say i'm your best friend. well, you're not mine. always complaining about money all the time. why don't you grow up and listen to me. money can't buy everything. everytime we go out i have to pay. you might as well call me dad. none
Whores that do touch night you say i'm your best friend. well, you're not mine. always complaining about money all the time. why don't you grow up and listen to me. money can't buy everything. everytime we go out i have to pay. you might as well call me dad. none
Our night of passion
Caress you with love
Cut your neck with words To fuck is rebirth
Shower me with cynical words from the lips
Orgasmic thrust with the help of strangling
Arranging the use to position the body
Hunger for more than this carnal meat
She was innocent, she was in love
Hate is a step, to take her life
Love makes weakness, all these sins
To fuck is death, to fuck is pure