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Freeze your frame
You’re not a moving picture now
You’re mine
Your violent eyes
A strap slipping off your dress
In time
I know just where your cigarette lands
I know just what words you said
Just to bring this on
And you’re turning me ON!
Never say die, never say die
What kind of chance
Would you give me
With so much blood on your hands
Never say die, never say die
And after tonight, if we ever fight
Never say die, never say die
Give a name
To what brought you here tonight
It’s fire
Faint of rage
I believe what’s taking you
Is passion
I see your face, it’s lit by candles
I see your shape, it’s lit by fires from below
And it’s heating me UP!
Never say die, never say die
What kind of love
Could you give me
With so much blood on your hands
Never say die, never say die
They’re calling the cops, so don’t ever stop
Never say die, never say die
On the anniversary
Of our Mirandizement
I could swear you looked the same way
Torn hair and lipstick scars from another’s face
I’ve been taught to cherish love
But there’s so much beauty in your hate
Never say die, never say die
What kind of love
Could you give me
With so much blood on your hands
Never say die, never say die
That kind of love you’ll never give me
Never say die, never say die
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ansgaros - Dolls’ Night
03:55
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Long ago, when anything was still possible
There was a village of dolls in the middle of a forest
On moonlit nights the dolls, they would gather
In the nearby glade and dance the night away
Aaaah
The forest comes to life
Aaaah
This is the dolls’ night
On moonlit nights the dolls, they would gather
In the nearby glade and dance the night away
Aaaah
The forest comes to life
Aaaah
This is the dolls’ night
Aaaah
The forest comes to life
Aaaah
This is the dolls’ night
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Eyes full of darkness
No light penetrates
No sounds to hear
Echoless cavern
Chilled metal clings to skin
Flesh is hardening
Cold chamber chills the bones
Deep freeze encroaching
A metal door swings open
Fluorescent glow blinds the eyes
Warmth returns to the flesh
Yet motion is still elusive
Head swimming in chaos
All thoughts incohesive
Motion comes through outside means
No motor skills are functioning
Cataplexic - the body cold
A state of panic - taking hold
Trapped inside - a freezing shell
A dream becomes - a living hell
Morbid conversations looming
Attempts to speak made in vain
Sounds of instruments clinking
Antiseptic lingers in sinuses
Sharp steel pressing flesh
Blood expelled along with tears
Examinations begin
Doomed to watch the grim conclusion
Cataplexic - the body cold
A state of panic - taking hold
Trapped inside - a freezing shell
A dream becomes - a living hell
Motion comes again
Rolled back into the chamber
The door slams; the chill returns
Once again enclosed in darkness
Lucidity slowly slipping away
All thoughts dissipating
Grasping for connection
Fading into nothing
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Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction, waiting for our sight
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time
Touching from a distance, further all the time
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Well, I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we’ve learnt are no longer enough
No language, just sound, that’s all we need know
To synchronise love to the beat of the show and we could dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
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Kevin Hagge - Breakdown
02:02
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M-H - Union Alpha
03:41
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I’m not the sight emblazoned on your cliterature
But I’ll appear tonight dressed in white haute couture just to be yours
I’m not the one riding the bike escaping the flames
He sounds so eerie an’ Wagnerian and his name (Marvin) he changed
According to the sign, I’m a delivery boy
But from what I gather I was really like a toy
She thought I was divine, but I was made of meat
I picked her up and put her on my motorcycle seat
From another time, but now I’m going home
I ran around the laboratory with a saxophone
And when you come to dine, I’m under tablecloth
I’ll make my last appearance when the hostess yanks it off
According to the sign, I’m a delivery boy
But from what I gather I was really like a toy
She thought I was divine, but I was made of meat
I picked her up and put her on my motorcycle seat
From another time, but now I’m going home
I ran around the laboratory with a saxophone
And when you come to dine, I’m under tablecloth
I’ll make my last appearance when the hostess yanks it off
I’m not the sight emblazoned on your cliterature
But I’ll appear tonight dressed in white haute couture just to be yours
I’m not the one riding the bike escaping the flames
He sounds so eerie an’ Wagnerian and his name (Marvin) he changed
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cacomistle - The Funnyz
03:07
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We always knew that the jokes were too awesome and
Maybe tomorrow the world would explode so
That’s when Mario decided on med school
To rid all the world of big turds of poop
OMG I has teh lolz
Uh huh yea I got the funnyz
I’m gonna laugh and I’m gonna laugh
All because I got the funnyz
Turns out nothing happened, but I’m glad I did nothing
Things were so funny back when it was just us and
Marlon Brando sat down on the bar stool
Now we know whose side everybody is on
OMG I has teh lolz
Uh huh yea I got the funnyz
I’m gonna laugh and I’m gonna laugh
All because I got the funnyz
What did you do today?
Did it involve a pouch of wine?
You should have seen the face you made
When the world disappeared
OMG I has teh lolz
Uh huh yea I got the funnyz
I’m gonna laugh and I’m gonna laugh
All because I got the funnyz
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Hey there Master Conductor
Is there room for one more on your ship?
I’m the last one here
And I’m all alone
And I don’t want any part of this
That day I escaped to that other place
Millions of light years away
And if I can’t get back there
Then I fear
That I’ll be here for the rest of my days
Please Mr. Ferry Conductor
You have to let me onto the boat
I need to get across this river right now
Please let me on
You’re my only way home
I don’t know what happened
But I don’t have the fare
The next ferry doesn’t come for a thousand years
If you won’t let me on
Then I fear
In a thousand years I’m still gonna be here
These people need to be across the river right away
You don’t have the fare
You’re not prepared
What can I say?
I’m sorry, little brother
But I cannot let you on
And a thousand years is really not that long
To wait
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16. |
XMark - Cyanide Overdose
04:34
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There is a right time
For each single action
There is a right time
And you’ll know when it’s there
There is never a right time
For giving up hope
There is never a right time
For one to say die!
There are thousands of ways
To live one’s life
There are thousands of goals
For which one can strive
There is just one advice
On which you need to rely
Those three words will suffice
Nevar say die!
Nevar say die!
We will... NEVAR SAY DIE!
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