The Twelfth Dimension
The Ultimate Blast
Third From The Sun A Thing
It's been too many times that I stuck my neck
Without space - Without time
I am deaf - I
Alt und müde
Fett und kahl
Ausgesetzt im jammertal
Dumpf und trübe
Hohl und
Fear Not What The Future Holds
Rest Your Weary Soul
I'll Do
My youth is wasted - I'm evasive and vague
I'm
Tragische Gedanken wie im Netz verfangen
Tauchen ihre Pranken in ein
I am the fake behind the door
The little worm that
What there is to be shrunken is first stretched out
One for hatred two for hell
Three for the lowest high
Humping up and jacking down
Loving can be an art
Lie on
There's a message floatin' in the air
Come from crazy horses
Just one call will cure it all
Take my toll and
This is the throne where hatred keeps
What is sown
I'm obssesed and deranged-
for I am destined to rule-
and I
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