Memoirs
Hello, hello. Won't you get over here? Won't you breathe me? Won't you feel me? Can you see me? And the story goes like this, Seems to be not only time for long. Can’t remember all the time you Shivered, breathed me like this. Still I’m not so sure, I’m not so sure, ooh, ooh... Hello, hello. Won't you get over here? Won't you breathe the same air, Won't you feel the same pain As me? Still the same place and area And the same phrase, And the same phrase: “I still love you”. I have made a great mistake And I'm trying hard to get back you, To look you in the eyes. She prepared my mind for this, So I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure. She prepared my mind for your soul. And who made this too? I shared you lying. Hello, hello. Won't you get over here? Won't you breathe the same air, Won't you feel the same as me? It’s the same place forever. And the same phrase, And the same phrase: “I still love you”.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 12, 2025
My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. Let’s hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will: Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill. My will is easy to decide, For there is nothing to divide. My kin don't need to fuss and moan- "Moss does not cling to a rolling stone." My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow. Let’s hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will: Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill. My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. Let’s hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will: Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill. My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. Let’s hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again...
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 12, 2025
I am an ephemeral and a not too discontented citizen of a metropolis, obviously modern because every known taste has been avoided in the furnishings and the exterior of the houses as well as in the layout of the city of the city. Here you will fail to detect the least sign of any monument of superstition. In short: Morals and speech are reduced to their simplest expression These millions of people, who have no need of knowing one another conduct their education, their trade, and their old age with such similarity, that the duration of their lives must be several times shorter than according to some insane statistics is the the case with people of the continent. From my window from my window from my window I see new ghosts rolling through thick everlasting cold smoke our shadow in the woods, our summer night! new Eumenides new Eumenides new Eumenides in front of my cottage which is my country and my heart since everything here resembles it. Death without tears our acting daughter and servant, a desperate Love a desperate Love a desperate Love, and a pretty, pretty Crime Crying in the mud of the street. Death without tears Death without tears Death without tears Death without tears The entire universe is now open to us!
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. The sunlight in my eyes makes me go blind. You’re in images reflecting in my mind. I can feel the spin, I can feel the spin, I can feel the spin flowing through my veins. We are moving closer, We are moving closer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Can no longer see the frequent lies. Can no longer find a place to hide. I can feel the spin, I can feel the spin, I can feel the spin flowing inside.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 12, 2025
The slowest movement. I dream in my shame. Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear? The slowest movement. I dream in my shame. Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear? I'll let you see the perfect thing. Could I try to find another way? And in my life I need companions In a place close to eternity, Close to eternity. The slowest movement. I dream in my shame. Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear? The slowest movement. I dream in my shame. Is it the sound of mighty winds I hear? I wish I was lost in my dream again. I wish I was lost in my dream again. This is all I know: I will be glad of this moments I let go by In this world of dreams. This is all I know: I will be glad of this moments I let go by In this world of dreams. My scream is silent. My dreams are star-shaped. My scream is silent In this world of dreams. And this is all I know: I will be glad of this moments I let go by In this world of dreams. This is all I know: I will be glad of this moments I let go by In this world of dreams. My scream is silent. My dreams are star-shaped. My scream is silent In this world of dreams.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 12, 2025
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Cutting his brothers, That would be good, But still he's lacking. Fake they should, ooh. Cutting his brothers, That would be good, But still he's lacking. Fake they should, Faked they should have. He was like too far to me, you know? But now he's just an ID of death row. I judge he too weak to strengthen to way. I found in the crypt the disease and the pain, And now, he should be grown. Cutting his brothers, That would be good, But still he's lacking. Fake they should, ooh. Cutting his brothers, That would be good, But still he's lacking. Fake they should, Faked they should have. This is something we could hear from that vicious. Let's wait, she'll repeat. Is it you or the bitches? So we remain this happy, I don't give a shit. The music is crappy, the words are all here. A bitch like living. How will you tell me from those of my kind? How will you know I won't fuck up your mind? Cutting his brothers, That would be good, But still he's lacking. Fake they should, ooh. Cutting his brothers, That would be good, But still he's lacking. Fake they should, Faked they should have. How will you tell me from those of my kind? How will you know I won't fuck up your mind?
Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 12, 2025
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Yes, I am insane, But not really bound. Yesterday I screamed all day But not too loud. I want to dream you one more night. I want my fear to get wise. One for good and one for all, And one for the girl I love. I want that. Get out now! Get lost! I don't want you around anymore, Not now that I've lost you. I still hold on... I'm just passing by. You’re the spider And I am the fly. Get out now! Get lost! I don't want you around anymore. I have lost you, But still can hold on. I'm just passing now. You’re the spider And I am the fly. Yes, I am insane, But not really bound. Yesterday I screamed all day But not too loud. I want to dream myself wise. I want to fear to get wise. One for good and one for bad And one for the love, The love that I once had. Get out now! Get lost! I don't want you around anymore. You're the one, I have lost you, But still, but still you're the one, You're the one.
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025