He found a wrist and cut his meter Mary sings only sweet and low Blow a kiss for headstone martyrs Taking the blame I'm letting go, I knew that I'd give
[Music: Rios; lyrics: Hoffmann] Bodies charred, no scream felt No life left, humanity melts Feel the end delivered whole Try to deny what you don't know
the violence, devouring our lives, This world is so cold; you feed on the meek, We're gutting up ourselves, fear keeps us weak So I purge out all this
Perhaps it's just the way the light falls But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed
in an agonistic blow of Fear (for what could be) Death (by mutiny) Bleeding (endlessly) None can save us Sons (of angels cry) Nothing (will satisfy) Rise (for genocide) Purge
How Have you lost touch with This You are a lie your digging such a grave gimmicks sell but whats the cost of this You make me cringe to think that
out...with one swift blow Take us down...with crushing force Purge the world, remove us all Purge the world, remove them all Purge the world
push me as far as you can, far away from yourselves. but keep these words of mine in mind when it's your time. i'm not the first and i won't be the last
he found a wrist and cut his meter mary sings only sweet and low blow a kiss for headstone martyrs taking the blame - i'm letting go, i knew that i'd
The first mosquito that bites hardly annoys. Ten billion parasites sucking leave the most choking. The conquest nearly absolute nothing left for science
the urge to binge and purge you from my life I need you and I don't I'll be there and I won't I'll fight the urge to binge and purge you from my life
Превод: И океана. Чистка.
Превод: Цатцх 22. Чистке (1936).
Превод: Цатцх 22. Чистка.
Превод: Квачило. Пијанчењу и чистке.
Превод: Смрт стерео. Бинге Пурге.
Превод: Ецонолине симпатија. Пурге сам.