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That I Never Had / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Every word I say
Everytime I pray
Look into my eyes
Distant voices cry
Is there light in me
Tell me what you see
You are what I have
Can't get something that I never had
Can't get something that I never had
Every word I say
Everytime I pray
Look into my eyes
Distant voices cry
Is there light in me
Tell me what you see
You are what I have
Can't get something that I never had
Can't get something that I never had
Supersonic Killer / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Dashing through the nightlife
Flying high to shoot you down
Is what the super killer likes
As he starts another round
Dashing through the nightlife
Flying high to shoot you down
Is what the super killer likes
As he starts another round
Nemesis Divina / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Eder har gjort vaart rike raattent
Eder har gjort vaart gull rustent
Og Hammene fra de veldige sletter er alt
vi har aa minnes fra verdig Manns lid
Mag Sex / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Wiedźmy czciły diabła.
W puszczy śluby dały...
synem ich będę do śmierci
żyłem jak zwierzęta
Szybko poznawałem
Czułem ze rośnie we mnie mag
Świata.
Wiedźmy czciły diabła.
W puszczy śluby dały...
synem ich będę do śmierci
żyłem jak zwierzęta
Szybko poznawałem
Czułem ze rośnie we mnie mag
Świata.
Buried Beneath Perversion / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Never again to be owned or
enslaved
expanding into new horizons
gather in unspeakable numbers
outstretched arms assembled
now the answer is clear
acts of contrition left behind
buried beneath perversion
Never again to be owned or
enslaved
expanding into new horizons
gather in unspeakable numbers
outstretched arms assembled
now the answer is clear
acts of contrition left behind
buried beneath perversion
I Prefer / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Have you run into the human race
Have you run into the world
Have you run into the system
And I raise the white flag
And I raise the white flag
And that’s the way
I prefer... flagellation!
Have you run into the human race
Have you run into the world
Have you run into the system
And I raise the white flag
And I raise the white flag
And that’s the way
I prefer... flagellation!
Day Before The End / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Dismantling our consciousness
From the future building past
With retentive memories
And reticent obey thoughts
Dismantling our consciousness
From the future building past
With retentive memories
And reticent obey thoughts
Demon Alcohol / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
I'm sick and tired of your excuses
Can't deal with living anymore
I'll give you reasons to continue
While you lie writhing on the floor
I'm sick and tired of your excuses
Can't deal with living anymore
I'll give you reasons to continue
While you lie writhing on the floor
In Denial / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Goodbye my love these
Signs are strong
All bets are off
Let's call it a day
One chance
One kill
You gave it away
Goodbye my love these
Signs are strong
All bets are off
Let's call it a day
One chance
One kill
You gave it away
Let's Break The Law / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
I'm out with my lads and I'm feeling mean
Well we ain't that good and we ain't that clean
We don't really care if your black or white
We're do it now…. until its light
Well lets break the law here tonight
Tonight, tonight
They wanna lock me up and throw away my key
I'm out with my lads and I'm feeling mean
Well we ain't that good and we ain't that clean
We don't really care if your black or white
We're do it now…. until its light
Well lets break the law here tonight
Tonight, tonight
They wanna lock me up and throw away my key
Eleanor Rigby / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
BLOGSPOT MA CZĘSTO JAKIEŚ PROBLEMY
DO ZDJĘC B/W - ORYGINAŁTUTAJ
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?
Fucked Up & Wasted / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Got no reason to get out of my bed
I'm fucked up and wasted
I ain't got no money to get out of my head
I'm fucked up and wasted
You're good for nothing it's what you say
We're fucked up and wasted
We ain't no heroes anyway
We're all fucked up and wasted
Got no reason to get out of my bed
I'm fucked up and wasted
I ain't got no money to get out of my head
I'm fucked up and wasted
You're good for nothing it's what you say
We're fucked up and wasted
We ain't no heroes anyway
We're all fucked up and wasted
Lie Down And Die / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
BLOGSPOT MA CZĘSTO JAKIEŚ PROBLEMY
DO ZDJĘC B/W - ORYGINAŁTUTAJ
Doctor says I’m living on borrowed time - but I won’t lie down
Get so sick, my baby cries - but I won’t lie down
My head is spinning and my legs are weak - but I won’t lie down
Smoke and drink till my heart stands still - but I won’t lie down
Pleasure Slave / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
She is waiting to kiss my hand
But she will wait for my command
My chains and collar brought her to her knees
She now is free to please
She is waiting to kiss my hand
But she will wait for my command
My chains and collar brought her to her knees
She now is free to please
Scarred For Life / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
You got your junk - wasting away
you couldn't care less - a dying friend
you really look sick - the needle is deep
you'll never give it up - tell me for what
You got your junk - wasting away
you couldn't care less - a dying friend
you really look sick - the needle is deep
you'll never give it up - tell me for what
Victims / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Victims - of what your fucking bill dicates
Victims - of all the fucking greed and fucking hate
Victims - 'cause the fucking law always says so
Victims - in the fucking word we know
Victims - of what your fucking bill dicates
Victims - of all the fucking greed and fucking hate
Victims - 'cause the fucking law always says so
Victims - in the fucking word we know
Problems / fot. Karol "Tarakum" Makurat
Too many problems, why am I here
Don't need to be cause you're all too clear
And I can see there's something wrong with you
But what do you expect me to do
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don't come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no one
You got your body in suspension
Too many problems, why am I here
Don't need to be cause you're all too clear
And I can see there's something wrong with you
But what do you expect me to do
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don't come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no one
You got your body in suspension
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