Voice Mail Greeting: KID: all u niggaz, callin' here for my mommy, say all for shit! Like that daddy? (First Unheard Message:) Guy: now u don't answer
Did you leave a light on for me, did you pray I'd find my way? Did you call out to me from the dark, did you really think I'd stay? Did you feel me when
sara della tua vanita. Tutto vanita, solo vanita, vivete con gioia e semplicita, state buoni se potete... tutto il resto e vanita. Tutto vanita, solo vanita
Desde que no hay maldad Que no hay ni hambre Ni miedo, ni soledad No hay nadie que me ame En toda esa ciudad Desde que no hay dolor No hay nadie que sufra
Midnight at the glamour show on a Sunday Night Everybody drink alotta whiskey and wine We dance like no tomorrow We?re on Burlesque time But everybody
Vanite des vanites, tout est vanite Je vous le dis en verite, rien de nouveau sous le soleil Vanite des vanites, tout est vanite Je vous le dis en verite
What's the pleasure of being a liar? Whatch a looking for? Where's the treasure of your desire Hidden in this world? Men and women under the spotlight
forte, l?ultima tua prova sara la morte. E mentre il sangue lento usciva e ormai cambiava il suo colore, la vanita fredda gioiva, un uomo s?era ucciso
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight From the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people struggling tonight From the disease of conceit. Comes
You're fading from the naked eye Summers leaving me cold A failed attempt at nothing Your silence as always poison Forced in by your charms Your breath
(by Carly Simon) You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You
Traballera tutto il palcoscenico, si tingera di un colore panico, scatenera un ritmo torrido, e buttera la danza della vanita si guardera in un vetro
[music: Shagrath]
Deep within my bleeding heart Stranded by the hold of fear Agony takes a final role Sipping the dew of tears Thorns and rites idols of false Tearing apart
Verse 1: If yesterday was here I, I could turn and face all my fears When tomorrow calls my name I, I won't be afraid Chorus: Change my name, I'm asking
Blacked eyes and blood red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life, a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder blades
. -CHORUS- You're faceless. You're nameless. So try to get me. You're haneous, and shameless. So try to get me. You vanitizer. You're a vanitizer. You're a vanitizer