SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (F)

Can you feel it, see it, hear it today? / If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway / You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast...

Generals gathered in their masses / just like witches at black masses / evil minds that plot destruction...

We care a lot / about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees / about Los Angeles falling in the sea...

Has it been so long? / Do you think we know? / Do you think we care?...

Back and forth, I sway with the wind / Resolution slips away again / Right through my fingers, back into my heart...

I know the feeling / It is the real thing / The essence of the truth...

Surprise! you're dead! / Ha ha! open your eyes / See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it...

You're everything / That's why I cling to you / When I emerge...

Go on and wring my neck / Like when a rag gets wet / A little discipline...

This is getting old / and so are you. / Everything you know...

i don t want to live like this / i don t want to rest in peace / i better face myself...

Hail Satan with H.S. abbreviation / The fumes that get stars in motion is / Supported by your faithless devotion...

Run for your life, there's danger in the air / You know the fate / Can't reason why, I look into the past...

Q: For what are you living? / A: Still searching... / Q: What's the meaning of life?...

Yesterday my friend lost his leg... / Today... I might lose my leg... / Who knows? Who knows? Who knows?...

How can you find yourself, betrayed, for this single target. Now this is what has made it worth. Trying, stand when all else falls away. Inject pain. An abolishing curse, sickness, has become a goal. Engage, in combat with yourself. I want to know what you ache for. I want to know, have you touch the center of your own sorrow. Your chosen life style drives you to pursue the achievement of what they see, survive the devastation that they wreak. Why? Can't you see what's ideal. Stand, when all else falls away. You can disappoint another, to be true to yourself. The new culture of death, an addiction, pain, why can't you see, pain. An abolishing curse sickness has become a goal. Engage. Sorrow. How can you find yourself betrayed for this single target. Perfection? What makes it worth? Beauty, even, when it's not pretty. You, have been opened by life's betrayals. In your fear, freezing cold, all for your dream your heart just stopped. Your chosen lifestyle drives you to pursue the achievement of what they see, survive the devastation that they wreak. Why? Can't you see what;s ideal....

Feeding my festering / they will submit their flesh / I shed their blood perpetually forever...

My nirvana could be something that will kill me, ecstasy / I just can't resist them, I just want to touch them, heavenly / Turn into the street and I have to go...

This is a rough translation... / Crisis leaves beautiful remains / yesterday appeared in a dream / touched the dazzling omen // the end of the signs of the end / rolling beginnings of everything // overlapping landscape of escaping water / reflects a soft, uncertain figure / but it is here and it is there // the season of the fang that forgot the choice strikes (?????) / collected exploding dust becomes the world // an infinite world / lives to infinity....

All of this and all of you slaves to hate pawns of life, / Look at this and look at you plagued by hate rotting shells, / Foolish souls,...

Do do do do do do do do do / Cashmere hills filled with evergreens / Flowing from the clouds down to meet the sea...

As the drum roll started on that day, heard a hundred miles away / A million shells were fired and the green fields turned to grey / The bombardment lasted all day long, yet the forts were standing strong...

Long ago in my First Night. / I can't remember anything before. / I walked alone through the cold and dark Forest , watching all kinds of mysterious Temples....

Me miro en el espejo, está lejos, lo sé / pasaron los años y ella se fue / sólo la nostalgia la hace llegar...

Cuantas historias por vivir. / ¿Cómo aguantar tanta miseria? / Hoy todo gira en espiral,...

Hurts to see / My incapacity / Shame...

When I wasn't babysitting for my drug money, or selling my sister into prostitution, I could often be found reading copies of Martha Stewart's Living magazine. I appreciated the helpful Home Tips that she gave us, but soon I had realized that I was just falling victim to her neo-nazi political ideas. Then I started burning my copies of Home magazine. Now I just masturbate to pictures in TV Guide. I wonder what's on tonight. It's probably reruns I bet....

You smoke you toke / You smoke you toke / You smoke you toke...

End of passion play, crumbling away / I’m your source of self-destruction / Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear...

I've got mullet fever / She's got mullet fever / We've got mullet fever...