Parade of falling rain

I'd like to meet:

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Sheng Long - Costa Rica

.:Bands:.

.:The Earth:.

.:En CR:.

--- .:MEET YOUR MEAT:. This is one of the WORST videos I've seen, no joke, and all because of the STUPID FASHION BULLSHIT, there's a part where one of the raccoons is still blinking even after his skin is taken away from him.

Tell Gucci to Stop Selling All Fur.
Schrein..

.:Attack the evil that is within yourself, rather than attacking the evil that is in others:.



What do you mean, I dont believe in god?

I talk to him every day

What do you mean, I dont support your system?

I go to court when I have to

What do you mean, I cant get to work on time?

I got nothing better to do

And, what do you mean, I dont pay my bills?

Why do you think Im broke? huh?

If theres a new way,

Ill be the first in line

But, it better work this time

What do you mean, I hurt your feelings?

I didnt know you had any feelings

What do you mean, I aint kind?

Im just not your kind

What do you mean, I couldnt be president, of the united states of america?

Tell me something, its still we the people, right?

If theres a new way Ill be the first in line, but, it better work this time

can you put a price on peace?

Peace sells...

but whos buying?

During the great war, armies ever heading east Insurrection was avenged with merciless cruelty Mass executions in the promised land Black clad soldiers, reigned with an iron hand Behind the front lines, oppression with blind hate Senseless efforts to decapitate the partisan snake Ever being pushed backward by the red armies overrun The coming end, of the bloody tyranny, could not be made undone Legion of the damned Ruins of the reich No absolution for the horrors you have done Prepare a final flight Enter service in a foreign legion No more questions asked While being moved to faraway fronts Executing the oppressed Fighting another war that cannot be won Bereaved of all ideals Terror is the tool of their trade Serving their new masters Remain forever without roots and without name Oppressive tactics Once learned in a war of extermination Remorseless mercenaries Use their skills for a colonial grave Hunting rebels again Lost soldiers of a damned battalion In another guide The death's head's remnants kill again Bereaved of all ideals Terror is the tool of their trade Serving their new masters Remain forever without roots and without name Ashes and promises share a bond Throught the winds of change Words are blown away When visions that should be The power to let go Is sometimes hard to find The answer cannot be found In the writing of others Or the words of a trained mind In a precious world of memories We find ourselves confined Claws so rasor sharp Ripping at the spirit Promises a potential to hurt Is anything real ? When forever is to be until Deep inside, in the world of empty words... No escaping from those haunting empty words... Do you ever feel it ? A craving that is so stroong To by thought rewind in order to find Expectations that shined thought the doubt That soon would turn unto the price Of what a word will be worth When tomorrow comes To be and we are left Standing on our own - And seeing what is real... The answer cannot be found In the writing of others Or the words of a trained mind In a precious world of memories We find ourselves confined Claws so rasor sharp Ripping at the spirit I Believe in our fate We don't need to fake It's all we wanna be We're growing every day Getting stronger in every way I'll take you to a place Where we shall find our Rain Bring me the strength To get to another day and all I want to see Set us free Why Can't you see Can't you feel This is real I pray We don't need to change Our ways to be saved That all we wanna be Watch us freak