Тексты песен «War From A Harlots Mouth»


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War From A Harlots Mouth - A Grotesque Relationship

On the brink of happiness feet carried by hope i turn my eyes toward the light at the end of the tunnel but it's nightfall already and now I'm blind i'm running straight into a reoccurring evil why... why won't it...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Appropriate Tools Required To Intercept And Obstruct Errorism

You're under surveillance But they force you to smile The grin of suppression Makes the face of regression Understand what situation you're in And ask the right questions You still give up What will never become...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Copyriot

It all changes so quickly You dress away insecurity And your friends prevent you From forming identity What is everyone else doing? What kind of identity crisis is the most common? Where the hell are you today?...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Fighting Wars With Keyboards

Your mouth is full of shit and you "spread the word" like hell your message board tourette syndrome prooves that you are nothing, son! everything you claim to be is fake and a fucking joke to me you sold your past on...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - How To Disconnect From Your Social Surrounding In Half An Hour

It's not that I wonder No, I'm not impressed You gained some cheap respect But now it's time to collapse Surprise! No, I'm not dead yet But I was calculating with wrong varibales Clarity comes like a shot to the head...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Keeping It Up

The day awakens shadows, i leave them behind hope, the fire burning inside me, inside us... these letters for a perspective... there is no yesterday only a tomorrow we live here and now in these words forever ..for...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Riding Dead Horses Is A Fucking Curse

Do you see the mines Paving my way? I avoid them Resisting the force pulling me Down Rip the noose Regain strength Again and again! Where is the justice? When I - awaken, I dream When I asleep, I'm...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Scully

Its hard to find the right words My language is foreign to yours It seperates us from each other I just want to believe But you want to verify Science never solved our cases I never asked for anyones acceptance...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood

The irony of process You just sit there, Watching yourself from nothingness Thinking of nothing specific It is hard To imagine a philosophy By someone Who might not even be able to think Entertainment from the...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - The Endtime Msg Pt I

Lay down the decision it has been decided! i've never felt finished off but now its coming to an bitter end used to try - tried to let me fall in cries of shame... cast in nowhere a slave to his own sins is standing...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - They Come In Shoals

The city's sky blows blackened doom Onto the little life that's left You're still glued to a screen While the real world turns to dust Mind control devices Installed for education Are focussing your energy On the...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Transmetropolitan

The mechanical heart, it beats Underneath this rainy sky The machines produce more and More People without dreams, losers Every day we encounter Their letargic faces The compulsion of their Responsibilities And...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Uptown Girl - Uptown Girl - I Had A Crush On You, Oh Uptown Girl!

love...is my everlasting war! it was easy to give-in to temptation to glorify you and become dependent and you continued to fail to provide clarity and clarity the signals were easy to misinterpret yet strong enough to...

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War From A Harlots Mouth - Uptown Girl Uptown Girl

Love...is my everlasting war! it was easy to give-in to temptation to glorify you and become dependant and you continued to fail to provide clarity and clarity the signals were easy to misinterpret

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War From A Harlots Mouth - What Happens In The District... (Paper Agents)

The new economy curs They are barking again Their chants are ringing out Above the city's rooves As they cross my way Looking for a vent I will bring them down With my bare hands This is the oldest brood Clawing...