"Death, death...Now I won't be able to write my beautiful memoirs." (Joachim von Ribbentrop)
We got problems We got pain We got issues We're insane We got stacks of bills to pay It's getting darker every day Pills to stay up Pills to sleep Fill prescription, therapy Doctor aren't we just a smile away From happy days?
No one's gonna take my soul away, I'm living like Jim Morrison. Fuck yeah! Give it to me! This is heaven, what I truly want..it's innocence lost...innocence lost!
In fiecare zi, aceeasi situatie. Un mar si o para pe masa. Vine unul si ia marul, dar para n-o ia. Paranoia, paranoia!
I'll get my revenge on the world or at least 49 percentage of the people in it and, if I end up with blood on my hands, then I know that you'll understand...'cause I fight like a girl!