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Needles
I cannot disguise
All the stomach pains
And the walking of the canes
When you, you come out
And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy
But I cannot grow
Til you eat the less of me
Oh when will I be free
And you, a parasite
Just find another host
Just another fool to roast, cuz
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me what to do
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me where to go
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
I cannot deny
All the evil traits
And the filling of the crates
When you (you) do come out (out)
And you slither up to me in your paper majesty
But I cannot grow
Til you eat the less of me
Oh when will I be free
And you, a parasite
Just find another host
Just another stool to post, cuz
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me what to do
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me where to go
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper man of me(Of me)
I'm sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man
I'm sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man!
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me what to do
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me where to go
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
H-HEY!
I cannot disguise
All the stomach pains
And the walking of the canes
When you, you come out
And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy
But I cannot grow
Til you eat the less of me
Oh when will I be free
And you, a parasite
Just find another host
Just another fool to roast, cuz
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me what to do
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me where to go
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
I cannot deny
All the evil traits
And the filling of the crates
When you (you) do come out (out)
And you slither up to me in your paper majesty
But I cannot grow
Til you eat the less of me
Oh when will I be free
And you, a parasite
Just find another host
Just another stool to post, cuz
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me what to do
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me where to go
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper man of me(Of me)
I'm sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man
I'm sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man!
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me what to do
Yoooooooooooh!
My paper tells me where to go
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
Pull the paper money or us
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
H-HEY!
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Ночь затягивает петлю на горле
Мне становится трудно дышать
Мы одни в таком большом городе
И тебе от меня не убежать
Я хочу тебя видеть молящей и слабой
Хочу узнать вкус твоих слёз
Где от любви до убийства самая малость
Ты мне отдашь сердце своё
Я лишь тень от ночных фонарей
Встречай эту ночь, я приду вместе с ней...
Чего стоит твоя жизнь?
Я разрушу ее движением руки!
Чего стоит твоя любовь
Я выпью ее до дна!
Чего стоят слезы твои
Ведь на утро глаза твои будут сухи
Чего стоят сотни миров
Если их придумал не я!
Я знаю смысл слова "любовь"
Люди тратят вечность ради секунд
Они рассуждают про зло и добро
И живут у своих рассуждений в плену
Но я поджег все мосты, ничего не вернуть
С каждым часом огонь возрастает
Твои секунды в вечность я смогу обернуть
Ну а цену, ха, ну а цену ты знаешь...
Запри все двери, мне это льстит
Значит ты ждешь, значит не спишь...
Я открываю дверь, я знаю ты здесь
Я чувствую твой сладкий запах
Он наполняет меня, пьянит словно хмель
И во мне просыпается, сама знаешь, Дьявол!
Но ты играешь со мной, прогоняешь и манишь
Смеешься в лицо, для тебя я никто,
Но от любви до убиства самая малость
И ты мне отдашь сердце свое!
Как никогда будет нежен мой нож,
И я узнаю вкус твоих слез!
Мне становится трудно дышать
Мы одни в таком большом городе
И тебе от меня не убежать
Я хочу тебя видеть молящей и слабой
Хочу узнать вкус твоих слёз
Где от любви до убийства самая малость
Ты мне отдашь сердце своё
Я лишь тень от ночных фонарей
Встречай эту ночь, я приду вместе с ней...
Чего стоит твоя жизнь?
Я разрушу ее движением руки!
Чего стоит твоя любовь
Я выпью ее до дна!
Чего стоят слезы твои
Ведь на утро глаза твои будут сухи
Чего стоят сотни миров
Если их придумал не я!
Я знаю смысл слова "любовь"
Люди тратят вечность ради секунд
Они рассуждают про зло и добро
И живут у своих рассуждений в плену
Но я поджег все мосты, ничего не вернуть
С каждым часом огонь возрастает
Твои секунды в вечность я смогу обернуть
Ну а цену, ха, ну а цену ты знаешь...
Запри все двери, мне это льстит
Значит ты ждешь, значит не спишь...
Я открываю дверь, я знаю ты здесь
Я чувствую твой сладкий запах
Он наполняет меня, пьянит словно хмель
И во мне просыпается, сама знаешь, Дьявол!
Но ты играешь со мной, прогоняешь и манишь
Смеешься в лицо, для тебя я никто,
Но от любви до убиства самая малость
И ты мне отдашь сердце свое!
Как никогда будет нежен мой нож,
И я узнаю вкус твоих слез!
~Phenomenon~
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Бесноватая
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Черный янтарь - дарованье морей,
В предвестии смерти спрятана сила.
Осенью, полной серых дождей,
Жизнь под березой могилу разрыла.
Вынула кости и черепа
Великих героев далекого века,
И Разжигая костер в небесах,
Заживо жгла в нем Человека.
И хохотала, напившись вина,
Вакханка отчаянья - жизнь иноверка,
Лишь оставались на голых кустах
Капельки крови израненной Смерти.
А страшная жизнь танцевала в ночи,
Беспечности полная глупая девка
И в радости этой теряла ключи
От тайного мира, лишенного бедствий.
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Черный янтарь - дарованье морей,
В предвестии смерти спрятана сила.
Осенью, полной серых дождей,
Жизнь под березой могилу разрыла.
Вынула кости и черепа
Великих героев далекого века,
И Разжигая костер в небесах,
Заживо жгла в нем Человека.
И хохотала, напившись вина,
Вакханка отчаянья - жизнь иноверка,
Лишь оставались на голых кустах
Капельки крови израненной Смерти.
А страшная жизнь танцевала в ночи,
Беспечности полная глупая девка
И в радости этой теряла ключи
От тайного мира, лишенного бедствий.
Janie
Внученька :D
There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
Janie
Внученька :D
How many roads most a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Janie
Внученька :D
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.