you’re killing me you’re killing me again it’s not my fault it’s not my fault again a sign, a sign, a sign on the door you’re killing me you’re killing me again you’re killing me you’re killing me again it’s not my fault it’s not my fault again there’s a line, a line, a line…

Four decades ago an man left Mississippi To fight the war in Vietnam… Did two tours and got shot received the metal of honor When he got home he wasn,t the same man. But when you get home tonight and give thanks to your maker For your loved ones and the food on your table…

You couldn’t break me in the end… (oh no) And such a freedom I enjoy When you’re deaf to the sounds you trust If that was all you’ve got, my friend… (oh no) Then set yourself to disappoint Yeah… Feels like I’m strapped down on this table… so tight You’ve got me stuck to a…

I don’t need the same excuses All this talk is really useless You run for cover Everytime I’m close to you Don’t want to hear about the others There’s something here we should discover Let’s make a little magic Before the night is through Oh, you’ve seen it all before And heard the same lines…

sit with me I want to know your name picture you inside my golden frame I do deep intellectual films I admit containing certain thrills you may think that I’m just an ordinary boy but, behind my fly I am swollen… happy that you made it here today tempting looks keep leading me astray, girl…

Hey erenler güzel canlar Bir olursak hür oluruz Ya şahı merdan diyenler Bir olursak hür oluruz Önderimiz pir sultandır Dünya bize gülistandır Bizim kabemiz insandır Bir olursak hür oluruz Mızrap vurur telimize Ele bele dilimize Sarılalım alimize&pirimize Bir olursak hür oluruz Önderimiz pir sultandır Dünya bize gülistandır Bizim kabemiz insandır Bir olursak hür oluruz Derdiyoklar…

Three miles to go Three miles to go At the end of the road There’s a soldier waiting for me I’ve got three miles to go Three miles to go At the end of the road There’s a soldier waiting for me At the end of the road At the end of the road At…

“alot deeper than peter” [type o negative cover, written by Peter Steele] She’s in love with herself. She likes the dark. On her milk white neck. The Devil’s mark. It’s all Hallows Eve. The moon is full. Will she trick or treat. I bet she will. She’s got a date at midnight. With Nosferatu. Oh…

Slow and majestic ,it grew up Just like divine creepers of vine: Once it the rain,then in the sun And in the morning misty cloud Emotionless and still unchanged Emotionless and still unchanged In the tomb of thoughts Sarcophagus of youth That torments me on The diary of my days Written by the past The…

The one and only liar lost his faith and cried where the broekn candles burn he gazed into the fire saw the truth and died and the wheels of time did turn and when the strangers meet to face my heart – my life – my tears inside in this world we know where do…