και για αρρωστιες λεει αλλα και για γαμησια…χαχα
για fuck βαλε Machine head. o flynn τα χει προχειρα :P:P
Εχμ, άλλη φορά θα ψάχνω ο ίδιος να βρω τους στίχους καλύτερα. 
@ Μαριαννα, now that’s a suggestion! 
[CENTER][SIZE=“4”]In The Groves Of Death[/SIZE]
In the evening of a grey day, a bleak day
I strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees
Where the fir-trees whisper of those been, those gone
Where the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved
O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world
Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides
Ill-assorted with this life, these cares
Each moment I am waiting for the worst to come my way
Dark berry from my mothers womb; a frail one
I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the start
Better it would be to stay in the shades
In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of death
Here I would lie to the end of the days
Hear me now, my hapless son
Warn away all yours fears
Make good use of your brief days
Life may be grim but death is more austere
By yourself you sit and wait
By yourself you will have time to repent
In these lowly halls
No moon will beam, no sun will shine
In these narrow rooms
No tears are seen, no laughter heard
At the dawn of a quiet day
I strolled from the woods, returned to the hearth
And with a restful mind I roamed
The dreary shores, the darkling wilds
Greeting all the days that befall
Taking life as it comes[/CENTER][/quote]
[/QUOTE]
ε ενταξει σειρα μου να προσκυνησω:bow:
ψιτ
Ότι έχω στην sig…
Λιώνω τελευταία ξανά Extreme Aggressions και οι στίχοι του Love us or hate us τα σπάνε.
[FONT=“Georgia”]Don’t try to tell us what is right for us
We don’t give a fuck anyway
Don’t try to steal imagination from us
Things we believe we will never betray
Those who have the power to
Suck us try - throw us away
those who never could create
Destroy the music of today
Those devoid of any feeling
Those who make the compromise
Betray themselves to make a deal
Sell their soul at any price
Sounds without feeling, energy or
aggression
From money hungry brains and not
from the heart
Fortune, fame and glory are their
obsessions
Salesmen, deaf to music, blind to art
No honesty, just sterility
A cautious sound they make without
creativity
It’s still the same as another age
When they took the words of truth and
put them to a flame
Some have eyes and still can’t see
Their plastic noise is anything but
music to me
Mechanized and computerized
Switch off your brain and make sounds
that dehumanize
No more
Love us or hate us
No more
Love us or hate us
(…) κτλπ…[/FONT]
Πάρτε ένα κι από μένα με αγαπη:
[CENTER]Kreator - Destroy What Destroys You
Destroy what destroys you
The world shall awake
The chains of society
Are laws ripe to break
And the fear they’re feeding us
The prejudice and hate
Will not tear us apart
Till the end of our days
Destroy what destroys you
Time has come to awake
Destroy what destroys you
In god-forbidden land
Resurrect the dream you’ve lost
Before you regret
Our souls may be darkened
But we see the light
The source of our inner strength
Is power that cannot die
Destroy what destroys you
Time has come to awake[/CENTER]
Once divided…nothing left to subtract…
Some words when spoken…can’t be taken back…
Walks on his own…with thoughts he can’t help thinking…
Future’s above…but in the past he’s slow and sinking…
Caught a bolt ‘a lightnin’…cursed the day he let it go…
Nothing man…
Isn’t it something?
Nothing man…
She once believed…in every story he had to tell…
One day she stiffened…took the other side…
Empty stares…from each corner of a shared prison cell…
One just escapes…one’s left inside the well…
And he who forgets…will be destined to remember
Nothing man…
Isn’t it something?
Nothing man…
Oh, she don’t want him…
Oh, she won’t feed him…after he’s flown away…
Oh, into the sun…ah, into the sun…
Bonfire - Who’s foolin who
Sometimes you get lost in the world
Get out of touch with your heart
Then one day you wake up
Did we drift to far apart
Are we going pick up the pieces
Just wait 'til our lease is up
What about all the things we lived for
No one wins if we walk on out that door
Who’s foolin’ who
If we don’t stay together
We’re foolin’ our selves
Who’s foolin’ who
Without you girl
It’s a livin’ in hell
Who’s foolin’ who
All caught up, all worn out
This prison doesn’t change
Got to talk, spell it out
Before it’s just to late
All the times I didn’t see
Even when you cried in front of me
How could I think that I didn’t need you
How could you think that I’d ever be untrue
Who’s foolin’ who
If we don’t stay together
We’re foolin’ our selves
Who’s foolin’ who
Without you girl
It’s a livin’ in hell
Who’s foolin’ who
Are we going pick up the pieces
Just wait 'til our lease is up
Skid Row
They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won’t fall
We’re the one and one for all
The writing’s on the wall
We are the youth gone wild
The devil walked right through my door
One starless night
Stalking the cars down Avenue B.
I had a smile to hide
The devil’s always ready for me
Has got some words to say
She’ll take a look
I’ll take a breath
An’ I’ll start talking the same
'Cause if baby nobody cares
Oh-ho
The devil may care…
The devil came right through my door
The devil came right
The devil came right through my door
The devil came right…
Locomotion
Heartful of speed
Snipers heart inside
Railroad tracks are not comin’ back
An I can read the sign
If you are to be wiped out
I’m gently gonna wipe you out
The devil came right through my door
The devil came right
Devil may care!
Απο Last Drive απο το δίσκο Heatwave
:lightsabre::lightsabre:
[I]Did you enjoy pink ballerina dress?
Did you notice your father had such fetish?
He financed you to best schools.
He was strict at home, keeping your body in thin sexy form.
He was the one who wanted to put the shoes on your tender feet. Wrap them tightly.
Accidentally touching your thin legs.
He forced you to struggle in border of anorexia.
Did you look in the mirror, seeing the ugly fat girls reflection?
Did you refuse to eat so you would look better? Was it like that?
Not for your father.
Your father looked you in every possible practice and show, yet he saw nothing but the thinnest and smallest little darling, he wished to hold close and penetrate.
Something so beautiful he had created, but so willing to taint and force under his power.
You and your friends, stretching in those tights.
Into positions what made your orifices so available, but hidden under surface of thin clothing.
He’d like nothing more but expose his cock, thicker than your arm, and penetrate every orifice of his beloved child.
Sometimes you could see stains in your ballerina shoes.
You couldn’t yet understand what it was.
It was sometimes semen, from your father private fetish games. And sometimes cunt slime, when your father forced your mother to masturbate with those little shoes.
Watching her tightly closed eyes and facial expressions which made her look so guilty. So guilty, but even more weak.
Adjusting her life under power of man of the house.
Your father wanted you naked.
He wanted you to dance for him.
With slow movements, with calm music on the background.
While watching your movements, he would see the romantic visions, of you gagging on semen, holding little tummy with both hands, messy tear blurred wet eyes watching pieces of torn tights.
Traces of shit and blood, red and bruised orifices.
You’re so hungry, but fathers control doesn’t allow bigger meal.
You’re so scared, and can nothing else but play along.
This is the life you have.
Living doll.
Fathers own toy. [/I]
Σκέτη ποίηση. Ποιος είναι ο ποιητής?
για πες.
και γω που νομιζα παλιοτερα πως το Daddy δεν μπορεις να το ακουσεις πολλες φορες.
Αυτο ουτε μια φορα με τους στιχους δεν αντεχεις να το ακουσεις.
ειναι τρελος αυτος ο ανθρωπος.
οκ,γαμηθηκε η ψυχολογια μου.
δε γνωριζω πολλα, μπορει και ο ιδιος να εχει καποιο υποκριτικο ρολο στις ταινιες αυτες.
τον παρατηρουμε ως καλλιτεχνη ομως, δε μας νοιαζουν τ’ αλλα. το σταμπατ ματερ λεμε ν’ ακουσετε.
See the lights out on the water
Come and go, to and fro
In the time it takes to find them
You can live, you can die
And nothing stops the river as it goes by
Nothing stops the river as it goes
All alone and all together
Every day, come what may
By the time we find each other
We can live, we can die
And nothing stops the river as it flows by
Nothing stops the river as it goes.
Camel - Spirit Of The Water. Απλα και περιεκτικα 
Yes you keep me in motion
circling planets will never stop
I?m in the canalisation
and now I?m coming to the top
there?s a train that goes backwards
and a will to survive
I feel like walking on razorblades
black spots cover my life
Feel the move
start to groove
as I fade
you should know that
I never wait
for somebody…
I fell in love with my killer
this is hijacked emotion
throwing kisses with a machine gun
in the name of devotion
and you feel good in your prison
how long is that going fine
out… in the critical distance
I can make the rules of the game
PEEPING TOM - Mojo
Those haunting rhymes are keeping the time,
but they’ll never get through to me.
It’s my party, but I’m waiting for someone to start it.
It’s my party, there’s no one but me in the corner.
Gotta get my mojo runnin’, engine hummin’, don’t I?
Now roll it up and smoke it again.
Now light me up and snort it again.
Now fix it up and shoot it again.
I can’t believe I did it again.
Keep haunting me, taunting me,
but they’ll never get through to me
It’s my party, but I’m waiting for someone to start it
My party, there’s blood on the ceiling, the carpet
Gotta get my mojo runnin’, engine hummin’, don’t I?
Now roll it up and smoke it again.
It’s bottoms up and drink it again.
Now fix it up and shoot it again.
I can’t believe I did it again.
I’m readin’ the signs, makes me wonder why they’re getting through to me.
Gotta get my mojo runnin’, engine hummin’, don’t I?
Gotta get my mojo runnin’, engine hummin’, don’t I?
Now roll it up and smoke it again.
It’s bottoms up and drink it again.
Now fix it up and shoot it again.
I can’t believe I did it again.
Oops, I did it again…
Παλιά ήταν το Detox από SYL, αλλά τώρα που μεγάλωσα…:har:
(edit) και στις μαύρες μου το Diluted από SLIPKNOT:-s
ίσως ποστάρω τα 2 παραπάνω εν καιρώ