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Cradle Of Filth

NYMPHETAMINE

Lead to the river
Midsummer I wait
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced, when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is her incision
In my heart that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sun setter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt

Fall to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is her incision
In my heart that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sun setter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine

Sun setter...
Nymphetamine
(Nymphetamine)
None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

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# Posté le dimanche 09 novembre 2008 14:54

System of a down

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TOXICITY

Conversion, software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city

Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
flishlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city

Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep

somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder

Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder,
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder

When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts

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# Posté le dimanche 09 novembre 2008 14:41

Vidéos

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Comme il ne m'arrive pas grand chose de passionnant en ce moment, je vais mettre des vidéos de mes groupes favoris avec la chanson que je préfère.

Je commence par Nirvana, évidemment !

IN BLOOM

Sell the kids for food
weather changes moods
Spring is here again
reproductive glands

[Répétition 1] :
Hey - He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Don't know what it means, when I say:

[Répétition 2] :
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say aahh ...

We can have some more - nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit - tender age in bloom

[Répétition 1]

[Répétition 2]

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it mean's when I say:

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means

Knows not what it means x2
Knows not what it means when I say aahh ...