the conquest belts the soil we build loggers of the wild land - that never will recoil the terms are definite - in this exhausted engine scarred in the
you've scarred for money I'm your mother I made love for you and you just fucked me Mother fucker My love, my blood is clean burning fuel My skin will
bleed Blood and tear out damn spot out The fruits of perpetual decay Pouring the salts in open wounds out damn spot out The scars remain, will stay
In your covert war Of course there was the anger where the love is strong Spilled like gasoline It's crude but it's a power we can draw upon If it fuels
that are rationally right sre crooked to me but I make it work my way the thoughts inside are painfully and cruel but they are a fuel so strong that
be sustained Repeating your act of painful demise The will to live forever maimed Demon resurrection Come die with us A bloodstained path to oblivion Scarring both mind and soul Fuel
set a match to your heart Fueling it with bitterness and doubt That's a blaze that once it starts No amount of tears can put out I know you're scared
' in a Greyhound station On Christmas Day in 1998 Face as I was cryin' in a Greyhound station On Christmas Day, hey hey hey The burden of love is the fuel
I try to write every line with perfection Scarred to constant remember the violence The wound you put me trough I never meant the pain to you Weak one
I walk through fire, I feel no pain Fields of war which fuel my veins In the end, son, I was once like you Cut me child, you'll see, I bleed Scars of
I feel alive Chasin' the red light Drawn by the dangersigns Spaced out on the wildside Crossing the dividing line And when the night rolls on I need some fuel
Up from wretched alleys Strewn with shards of glass Burning eyes of hatred All sign of life be gone Mission maim, destruction Mauled and scarred to
, I'm a clown, and I'm laughing while my dream turns into a nightmare, fade away, I'm asleep, not too deep... The walls of night have left me scarred
weren't true. Count up your cost there has to be something more. You wouldn't lay down your life with nothing to die for. Could you fuel a fire to live
Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams Live my lonely worn out seam Stitches weary and the scars they leave I'm the only one deceived Chorus: Please stand
So many faces in the dark And I don't know where to start A gallery of scars and a twisted lonely heart Like a dream this I know Well everything shows
nothing like her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel
her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel