Вершы: Front Line Assembly. Flavour Of The Weak. Life=Leben.

Air is still
Chaotic thrill


Burns his will

Another kill




Determined fole
No control

Blackened hole

Stories told



We are bought and sold
One to another


One to another



For whom the bell tolls
Thrill A Kill A


He's a chill/er




No creator

Manipulator

Degenerator

A people hater


Psychotic burnout


Douse the flame out

This persecutor

Weird intruder



Forgone conclusion

Severe illusion

Disturbed emotion

Greased with lotion