Hocico - Twisted lines

Tekst :

Paint again without colors
Drawling lines is not enough
All your acts aren t drawlings
You can t hide them anymore
You can laugh, but you can t feign
That this line doesn t matter
You can try, but you can t get
What hands need to create
Drawlings vanish, time says
You re about to paint your face
Now watch your step or you could strumble
Strumble on your fucking dirt
You can see, but you can t face
What your fear s about to taste
You can try, but you can t learn
That scorn s what you deserve

Whoever you are
Whatever you want from me
Whatever you say
Fuck off and walk

Draw yourself you ll see nothing
You re just link in a wrong place
The wrong words, the wrong faces
Twisted lines is all what you paint
You can see, but you can t face
What your fear s about to taste
You can try, but you can t learn
That scorn s what you deserve

Inne utwory

  • Bloodshed
  • Flesh of your flesh
  • Ecos
  • Sad scorn
  • Wounds
  • Love posing as a prostitute
  • Spit as an offense
  • There was a time
  • Hell on earth
  • Tales from the third world
  • Forgotten tears
  • Temple of lies
  • Born to be (Hated)
  • Intoxicados
  • Su miedo
  • Banished
  • Losowe utwory

    Sie ist hasslich wenn sie lacht

    Sie ist nicht was sie glaubt zu sein
    Der Engel unterm Heiligenschein
    Sie weiß zu jedem Thema was zu sagen
    Und stellt nur aus Höflichkeit dumme Fragen
    Denn sie ist so ja ohja sie ist sie ist
    Ja denn sie ist schön geboren
    Doch...

    The relatives

    Swing was the thing
    long ago
    Elvis was king
    long ago
    But I m constantly
    avoiding extremes
    Dodging those
    absolutes
    Singing the song in
    my head
    Makes no sense at all
    Fab were the four
    long ago

    I wish i could

    Intro:
    Yo, this one goes out, to the ones we love,
    the ones we capture deep in our heart
    But they aren´t here no more, so we gotta face wrong,
    and try to turn negativity into positivity,
    And whatever you do, keep up the fall,
    don´t look back, you know...

    404

    Getting downtown with my 404, with the tic-tac blassing away
    Cruising along got my sunroof back and I m thinking about the day
    She said she loved me late last night in a very special way

    Just carry on, go along
    Carry on now, going...

    Go now your Lord is dead

    Holy bible, instrument of death, book of fools and ignorance
    Without a trace, to the other side, faith in god atlas has died.
    Aged and faded, Christianity, dying down in it’s disease,
    Heaven hated, never know his love, leave you where you have begun,

    Testaments to the contradiction, death to...