All I Have Left Of Those Days Are Memories

Sie stehen eng umschlungen

Ein Fleischgemisch so reich an Tagen

Wo das Meer das Land berührt

Will sie ihm die Wahrheit sagen

Doch ihre Worte frisst der Wind

Wo das Meer zu Ende ist

Hält sie zitternd seine Hand

Und hat ihn auf die Stirn geküsst

Sie trägt den Abend in der Brust

Und weiß dass sie verleben muss

Sie legt den Kopf in seinen Schoß

Und bittet einen letzten Kuss

Und dann hat er sie geküsst

Wo das Meer zu Ende ist

Ihre Lippen schwach und blass

Und seine Augen werden nass

Und dann hat er sie geküsst

Wo das Meer zu Ende ist

Ihre Lippen schwach und blass

Und seine Augen werden nass

Und dann hat er sie geküsst

Wo das Meer zu Ende ist

Ihre Lippen schwach und blass

Und seine Augen werden nass

Und dann hat er sie geküsst

Wo das Meer zu Ende ist

Ihre Lippen schwach und blass

Und seine Augen werden nass

Der letzte Kuss ist so lang her

Der letzte Kuss

Er erinnert sich nicht mehr

"Nebel", Rammstein

Ears: "The Chosen Pessimist", In Flames

Brain: You know what the Lily means, it's up to you.

Come To Me

MORFONDRE (SE) v. pr. (du radical murr-, museau, et fondre, prendre froid). S'ennuyer à attendre trop longtemps, perdre du temps à faire quelque chose sans succès et, p. méton., se tourmenter, être insatisfait.

Revenez un mot en arrière, vous trouverez...

MORFLER v. i. Pop. Encaisser un coup dur.

Quitte à me morfondre, je préférerais le faire dans tes bras. Pourquoi pas?

Ears: "Blur The Technicolor", White Zombie.

Brain: This is killing me.

Wings Burning

You told me I'm an Angel

Don't wanna be an Angel

Just wanna be Your Angel

No Angel without a Devil

The Fight against Evil

I will kill your Devil

Fur Us it I will kill

Ears: "You And Me And The Devil Makes 3", Marilyn Manson

Brain: You.

Untitled

"All the things she said

All the things she said

Running through my head

Running through my head

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost

If I'm asking for help it's only because

Being with you has opened my eyes

Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?

I keep asking myself, wondering how

I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out

Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me

Nobody else so we can be free

Nobody else so we can be free

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head

And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed

They say it's my fault but I want her so much

Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain

Come in over my face, wash away all the shame

When they stop and stare - don't worry me

'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me

I can try to pretend, I can try to forget

But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

All the things she said

All the things she said

Running through my head

Running through my head"

"All The Things She Said", t.A.T.u

Brain: "Les images sont souffrance" So right. I feel it coming deep inside, I one day will no longer be able to cope with this...

Ears: "I'm Alright (You Gotta Go There)", Stereophonics

Euphoria

Douce euphorie.

Dangereuse euphorie.

Agréable euphorie.

Nécessaire euphorie.

Aveuglante euphorie.

Trop courte euphorie.

Quelqu'un veut encore du riz?

Je sors...

Ears: "All About Us", Sonic Syndicate (cover t.A.T.u.)
Brain: Needed it, still need it... more... More than ever.

Unable To Rest

Parfois je me dis que ma vie n'a pas de sens. Je m'accroche futilement à des choses auxquelles je n'ai pas droit. je vis dans l'espérance vaine d'un jour pouvoir les gagner, en sachant très bien que cela m'est interdit et que ça ne sert à rien d'attendre quelque chose qui ne viendra peut-être bien jamais. Je vis englué et j'aime ça. Je pourrais m'en tirer mais je ne veux pas affronter la réalité. Je suis un lâche. I'm a coward, that's it.

"So you say you're ignored

As it is,

Well, give us your sad, sad trip.

You're right, I get it

It all makes sense, you're the perfect person

So right, so wrong

Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Assumed it's whether

We're right or wrong

We're doomed, and there's plenty for all.

How dare you catch me counting?

How dare you call at all?

How dare you call it suffering?

How dare you call at all?

You're right, I get it

It all makes sense, you're the perfect person

So right, so wrong

Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Press on these tannins

They double in time

The touch of life, once failed to mention so far.

Of course the law is fountains

Or face to face remorse

A fast and restless blackmail

Like pent-up fetish force.

You're right, I get it

It all makes sense, you're the perfect person

So right, so wrong

Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Do you want enough?

Do you want it all?

Should you need it at all?

Takes a minute to see

Do you want enough?

Do you want it all?

Should you need it at all?

Do you want it or not?

You're right, I get it

It all makes sense, you're the perfect person

So right, so wrong

Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Life, life, life."

"I Get It", Chevelle

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"Sick!"

"Well Enough Alone", Chevelle

Ears: "Vena Sera" [Album], Chevelle
Brain: Drowning.