by William Control on album The Pale - EP
I can be the monster I can be the teeth sunk in your skin I can be the terrifying ultra-violent sin I can be the monster She was the sharpest blade She never took her eyes off me Oh darkness I
by William Control on album The Neuromancer
Stranger we become through the blurred lens of violence. Visions drained of color and sound. Sometimes, I don’t recognize the monster looking back at me, and in the mirrors of my own sanity I
by William Control on album Hate Culture
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by William Control on album Noir
n what mindset does our character lie? If the stitches that bind the fabric of our soul shrivel up and fall to pieces. Can one say with absolute certainty, that he who was once filled with noble virtu
by William Control on album Babylon
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by William Control on album Babylon
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by William Control on album Live in London Town
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by William Control on album Babylon
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by William Control on album Live in London Town
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by William Control on album Hate Culture
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by William Control on album Live in London Town
I feel nothing, fuck like sick despair All this suffering, goddamn, don't you care? Here's the rope, tie me up to the bed Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head There's just one thing,
by Foreground Eclipse on album Tears Will Become Melodies Tonight
The secret side of me, I never let you see I keep it caged But I can't control it So stay away from me The beast is ugly I feel the rage And I just can't hold it It's scratching on the walls In the cl
by Iniquity Rhymes feat. Cryptic Wisdom on album Monster
Life and death productions! Dear Iniquity, you must be tied, I hope you read this But if you do and choose to reply? Yo I won't believe it I'm your toughest fan but nothing like that stuff with Stan A
by Jonathan Young feat. Caleb Hyles on album Young Does Disney 2
Lyrics from "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" Composed by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bel
by Jonathan Young feat. Caleb Hyles on album Young Does Disney 2
Lyrics from "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" Composed by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bel
by Jonathan Young feat. Caleb Hyles on album Young Does Disney (Vol. 2)
Lyrics from "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" Composed by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bel
by Jonathan Young on album Young Does Disney (Vol. 2)
Lyrics from "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" Composed by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bel
by The John Butler Trio on album Kiss My WAMI 2008
I used to get high for a living Believing everything that i saw on my tv I used to get high for a living Eating all the bullshit food that they sold me I used to get high for a living Thinking that my