Lyrics:
Attitude, you got some fucking attitude
I can't believe what you said to me
You got some attitude
Inside your feeble brain there's probably a whore
this pretense or just feeble madness?
I'll get around to killing the flock!
And I won't back down!
Empty minded
wandering through life
Deafened, blinded
my rights
Said the little boy
Wide eyes, tongue tied
As we watch in horror
Silence the people, people
Freedom comes feeble, feeble
Colour as we go
I
all on my own
Be grateful for that feeble home
Who's the thief who lets me bleed
Is it him or is it me
I'm the bastard and the hero
Like a callous
and perfectly dimmed
So numbed by everything I fade
and I am everywhere but here
Oh, forgive my feeble mind
my want for escape
I know a fiercer soul than mine
greasy hand up that strap you call a skirt
My sins are sacred
You say sinning, I say living
You say sinning, I say living
Only feeble fools are that damn
Hope I die late
Said I hope I die late
Hope my pupils dilate
Hope my people die late
Hope the feeble die late
Hope my equals die late
Hope I die late
Desolated sceneries unfolding to the plebs
The smoke is merging with the dust
Craters are filled with remains of the feebles
Only one choice Accept
Hollow phrases
Wrapped in hate
Will find their goal, ha
Suck them in
Let them breed
Enjoy the outcome, scum
To you im talking, yes
To the feeble
my hand
I need thee every hour
Through this pilgrim land
Protect me by thy saving power
Hear my feeble plea
Oh Lord dear Lord look down on me
When I
that unease, the robust and feeble feel it too
To share the amusement of a book or a poem
And to enter in their sentiments just as if they were our
I was breathing the air that you had left me
Making feeble attempts to take my helmet off
Though severely impared I was rude and carefree
Wishing
In the horizon I can see myself
Walking with my head up high
My face is dry and stern
From your shadow in the night
And my wings, a feeble sprout
silence
a faint and feeble soul
like a shadow through the horde
P.C.
Archaic demon
Earth and stone
Graves, the ground is cold
Her vicious hunger
I've got the sun in my eyes
And feeble time for goodbyes
Can you see me better now
I'm up here, you're on the ground
Out of sight and not a sound
But I
talking to God
Behind a feeble facade
Oh where's the logic in any of that?
Oh, please
My cards are out there to see
What's that you're thinking now?
feel it in my feeble bones
They creak and they ache
They scream for goodness sake
Never ever know it
Every time I show it
Running towards the place
cities lit by a tainted sun
The era of disparity has just begun
Heavy clouds in a polluted sky
An age of ruin you can't deny
Your feeble efforts to control
Sickened brain, repulsive lusts, feeble bodies torn apart
Finger paints, with body fluids, disgusting abstract art.
Stark staring mad, re-enacting horrid
Feeble minds caused feeble bodies that kept us in this place
Buried ourselves so deep in ashes that the fire no longer remains
This is not what we
Ghouls attack the church
Crush the holy priest
Turning the cross towards hell
Writhe in satan's flames
Crush the priest
The feeble church
Dead -
and out, out
I know what you are
I know what you are
What you are
I know what you are
My feeble body wants to be strong and brave
My feeble body
got the 411, I got the CNN
I'm online
Me and TV, we kin
My clique is the mandelbrot set
My crops lie unbroken
Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt
Circles
Blood... that forever beckons those
At dawn the feeble shall fall
Upon... these ruins of royalty
Your fallacy no longer shines
Condemned... are those
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