Oversættelse: Kunstnere med et hjerte til Asien. Nej til kræft.
Oversættelse: Lange Frans. På kræft.
The kids are diggin' up a brand new hole Where to put the deadbeat mom Grandpa's happy watchin' video porn With the closed caption on And father knows
I know that they're inside me Waiting to multiply And I want them out of there I've got a butcher knife I'll keep cutting 'til I find them 'Cause I want
I won't settle down, I can't settle down I won't cut it out, I won't quit I'm not trying hard, I not getting well I'm not improving, I won't do anything
Cancerous Widespread Religious Disease Brainwash Ignorance Controlling the weak Twisted Messages Forgotten Meaning Close Minded Intolerant 2,000 years
Everything'll be alright again Alright again, alright again The heart is stronger than you think Like it could go through anything And even when you
We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending. Twisting
There's a simple diagnosis for this vicious symbiosis feel the growth of rogue psychosis we are the cause - we are the cure Across each continent and
Let's do this, yeah, this reckless life,1234 Chances all,written off, write our own, prevail This blood we drink, in our hearts This blood we drink, forever
Tear us down! Welcome destruction with open arms It's all too static, bring it on, bring it on Routine's so boring it makes me scream
Cold as I am I'm just doing my best The best that I can I'm just needing some rest The rest that I know I've needed much too much Can you help me? Pulling
West side of town, we?ve got weighed down Like minds all down ?til the end Where we?re living?s where we?re laying our heads down Doesn?t really matter
This is the story of all life's emotion Wrapped up inside one heart I can be your love for the rest of your life And always play the part Someone to
This is the right time to say Hello, my name is Cancer I'll never go, I'm gonna hurt you I am the thorn that makes you wish you were never born Don't
I cross the oceans, I cross the seas I cross the mountains like a new disease I cross the borders, I cross the line Never to see the light 'til the end
Turn away If you could get me a drink of water 'Cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my Aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me in all
Pictures with stagnant cancer, images of brutal man, vasecting, seething, despising, beaten red faces extreme, run the streets, find the lame, red hands
