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chills and thrills
03:59
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As I walk through the valley of fear and stress
Satan´s septum is blowing something here
I can feel beat by beat blood speeding through my veins
Who´s now whispering in my ears?
Angels whispering in my ears?
When I introduced myself to the devil once in hell
Said “Do you musicians really like to rest?”
Then go grab your instruments, hit the street and start to play
Make some money and pay a fuckin´ hotel
Make some money and get a goddamn hotel
Chills and thrills! (Freaks are here!)
In your fucked head it´s unreal
Freaks are here (Chills and thrills)
Become real
Low blood pressure in my body
Low blood pressure in my ears
Keep it pumping, please keep me real
Keep it pumping, (PLEASE!) keep me real
Now the sparkles in my head start to hit and run my brain
I can read a sign that says “the end is near”
Devil also has bad days, “Damn it’s gettin hot in here!”
Once we played the first note it was clear
All his Daemon friends disappeared
Chills and thrills! (Freaks are here!)
In your fucked head it´s unreal
Chills and thrills (Chills and thrills)
Become real
Low blood pressure in my body
Low blood pressure in my ears
Keep it pumping, please keep me real
Keep it pumping, (PLEASE!) keep me real
Let’s go dancing to our graves. Are you happy now you’re dead?
I just bought , yeah I bought it, it’s right here
Night of darts and hundred beers
Yeah I got it, it’s right here
A daemon ´s screaming in my ears!
A daemon ´s screaming in my ears!
Will I ever be the one that I once met?
Am I gonna stay forever in here?
Mr.Hyde lives in dark shades,
Same story once again
Mr.Hyde is here to stay
Same story is repeated once again
Chills and thrills! (Chills and thrills!!)
In your fucked head it´s unreal
Freaks are here (Chills and thrills)
Become real
Low blood pressure in my body
Low blood pressure in my ears
keep it pumping, please keep me real
keep it pumping, (PLEASE!) keep me real
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2. |
mean mean man
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i will let you down
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4. |
your uncles tune
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5. |
Si yo soy asi
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6. |
old man norman
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the low road
02:53
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I'm travelling down the low road
Where red lights are all blue
I see a million faces
And they all look like you
I'm travelling down the low road
Of pain and misery
The sidewalk's black, the sun's kept out
By weeping willow trees
I was travelling on the express way
Until you said goodbye
I got sidetracked on the low road
I'm so lonesome i could die
So lonesome i could die
I'm travelling down the low road
It's paved with broken hearts
The traffic's filled with fools like me
Who were losers from the start
I've crossed a hundred rivers
That flow with bitter tears
From broken love affairs like mine
Collected through the years
I was travelling on the express way
Until you said goodbye
I got sidetracked on the low road
I'm so lonesome i could die
So lonesome i could die
I've crossed a hundred rivers
That flow with bitter tears
From broken love affairs like mine
Collected through the years
I was travelling on the express way
Until you said goodbye
I got sidetracked on the low road
I'm so lonesome i could die
So lonesome i could die
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8. |
eat your poop
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9. |
sonnhalde 14
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10. |
forked tongue
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11. |
one way train
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12. |
worms and bugs
03:43
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It is boiling tonight out here in hell
I've got worms and bugs and pebbles in my head
but the monster that sleeps under my bed
Is not there anymore
So I'm looking for a monster all around
one that wants to sleep with me under the ground
but there's fire still burning on my mind
so I'll stay awake tonight
I guess the time has come to say goodbye
I won't be haunted anymore at night
The scars that will forever live with me
Are reminders that it wasn't meant to be
I'm trying to enjoy the fire and burn
But this has ruined the rest of my eternity
My thoughts keep pulling me away
into insanity
The ashes in my mouth are still the same
the screams around my head don’t confort me
Whatever i'm drinking to forget
is helping me to bleed
I guess the time has come to say goodbye
I won't be haunted anymore at night
The scars that will forever live with me
Are reminders that it wasn't meant to be
It is boiling tonight out here in hell
I've got worms and bugs and pebbles in my head
but the monster that sleeps under my bed
Is not there anymore
I thought I had already lost my mind
But if I did what's happening right now?
The ice that once was melted from my chest
Is freezing up again
I guess the time has come to say goodbye
I won't be haunted anymore at night
The scars that will forever live with me
Are reminders that it wasn't meant to be
I guess the time has come to say goodbye
I won't be haunted anymore at night
The scars that will forever live with me
Are reminders that it wasn't meant to be
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13. |
I hate you
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