Music:
Member Since: 4/13/2007
Band Website: myspace.com/daimonius
Band Members:
Christopher Zobel - vocals
Tobias Mönch - drums
Gregor Hotze - guitar
Moritz Heyke - bass
Influences:
Sounds Like:
YOU ( KNOW WHO I MEAN )
---LYRICS---
A fucked up bitch is walkin’ down the streets
Just getting’ irrigated by the people she meets
But is she really high classed – NO!
Please ignore her – just let her go!
Proud’n’brainless she’s following the way
Ev’rybody’s walkin’ – oh this life is so grey!
Quick – quick into the fashion stores now
And buy – buy – buy your pain away – wow!
I wish it would be Friday now
(So I could blow your brains out!
I wish it would be Friday now
So I could show you who I am!
Hating the world is no reason for that you call life!
Amazing parties at the discotheque
Seem to slow down the pain – for some moments
And all this cococococorrectness
Is just a wall to hide behind
After all you are not human
Empty eyes – only the look of hate in them
A psychotic fragment with 4 pounds of powder
I hope your species is going down – self-destruction-baby!!I wish it would be Friday now
(So I could blow your brains out!
I wish it would be Friday now
So I could show you who I am!
Unable to open your eyes you are mentally blind!
crying at the discotheque
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BIOGRAPHY OF A HARDROCKER ( POISON MICHAEL )
---LYRICS---
Why did I do this thing to me?!
Pump the poison up
That makes me so animal
Let it flow away
Step out – step out –
step out of the sun
not only for just one day
it’s so evil – it is so mad
but it’s real and it is true
can’t no longer hide it behind
but I’m so ashamed of mine!
Never say anything?
But never say never?
Only hoping your brain explodes!
Like these little chosen ones
Keep flying out of that eye
Just any day the sun will cry
And never rise up again
But when…..but when?
Headache – Hüüadache!
gotta find a woman
ONLY LOSERS
---LYRICS---
I’m the fifth wheel at the truck but who are you?
You’re the guy that fucks my friends
The man who crawls the teachers in their ass!
I’m the guy who’s sitting in the corner
and scratchs a wound into his veins
but who are you? – yeah!
You’re the guy on the highway with his horse full of gold
Lean your ear to me – I wanna say you something
Anytime there comes the day when I load my gun
And hold it infront of your fucking face
The blood will flow in streams above my face
You have to braise in hell – cause I was born to be a loser
AND YOU’RE CONVICTED TO DIE!!!!
We are the sixth finger at the hand
Who are you tell me? (– I don’t know!)
You’ve got a fragile façade but we look behind the mask
A crowd of rubbish with big tits just good to fuck!
Kill – shoot
Kill – shoot shoot
Kill kill – shoot shoot shoot
Kill kill kill – shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: None
