I work in the dead of night When the roads are quiet And no one is around To track my moves Racing the yellow lights To find the gate is open She's waiting
You look like who you say you are So scoot over let me drive your car Roll down the glass and give me some wind Lock all the doors, I'm on the loose again
War is overdue The time has come for you To shoot your leaders down Join forces underground Lose control in increasing pace Warped and bewitched in time
Homicidal maniac - No shadow - No name Ultimate hunter - Playing ultimate game Patience awaiting prey - No conscience for his deeds Deals another deathblow
Hey you listen to me, I have to tell you that life will change, if you really want it. The world will not survive if you wait for a Messiah. You have
Sitting for two years in a single trench We are not allowed to think of what we did today Listen to the orders of the general How long will it take 'til
He comes through the night And is going to be ready to fight His sword will kill every time it is going for his will The death has taken you can see his
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Depressed by our nation Destruction by their big army The reality no one sees Because of this we start a terror For the one goal, we fight for Holy Terror
Hey man I gotta tell you a story listen man what I go to say It took place here in a sunny afternoon and there was nothing to do We were all very hungry
Panic fucking Bachmann just arrived all nations should get ready to defend their people's lives The future is threatened his breath does destroy the progress
We say one thing Then change our mind Do we really know where we're going to It only takes one voice To tell the time But all we get is who asked you (
Death, swords and inhuman minds control our world Marxists, nazies and communists steel freedom From our lifes Go wild you banging crowd Destroy there
In the land of myth and tales the forbidden temple lies Hard to reach, hard to find Jungle surround that ancient place Already the last priest is dead
Bullets do represent the war Bullets are not game Bullets are made just to kill To overcoming enemies Shooting, killing and smashing That is the bullets
I. The Dream what makes a dream so very different from any other dream where is that straight line that i can hold up to the light and say NO! this is
Tell me tell me tell me What am i supposed to do I never want another motherfucker like you If i ever see girl i know i'll be sick You want a second chance
