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Like Apollinaire - with soft words,
I though, what I overcarres you...
But I've wrapped around my hand
Barbed wire - bloody, long...
And even so I took my boots off
I was smelling of my thoughts
Thoughts crooked like a any dick
Thoughts like rainy, heavy clouds...
And Benedict's strong fist
Hanging over sleepy head
I was looking in his eyes
Can he hear your swan-song?
Let the night carry your singing
Up your ears! it is worth!
Let Amadeus turns in his grave
Let him curse - it's not his note...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The man who carried the Christ
He's got a knife in his hand
When he will mature - he'll strike
You know, I know - I deserve
The night carry your song
Up your ears - it is worth!
Julius turns in his grave
Let him curse - that's not his words...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words...
- Álbum:
- Peep Show
- 25 Cents For a Riff
- La part du diable
- Rock Is Not Enough, Give Me The Metal!
- Acidofilia
- Broken Head
- Amazing Atomic Activity
- High Proof Cosmic Milk
- The State of Mind Report
- Infernal Connection
- Vile Vicious Vision
- Strip Tease
- Are You a Rebel?
- Non-Album Releases
- Rock Is Not Enough
- Maximum Overload
- Fishdick Zwei: The Dick Is Rising Again
- Verses of Steel
- The Hand That Rocks the Coffin
- Męskie Granie 2016