Texty:
Beings Of Terra

She's got a couple down Shooting shots like, with a gun Think she's gonna die Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on But

the feeling That it's all coming true And it's all being realised by you Do you ever get the feeling What was prophesied was true And it's all being

pencil again Chorus repeat From wall street to hong kong. chinee to chancery lane You're being rubber stamped your style is being cramped. it all comes out the same They're not being

on the prairie in your dried up corn You never felt so weary and you never been this torn You're being weeded You're being weeded You're being

of existence I open the gates of infinity Just close your weary eyes I'll take you way up to the skies Child of Terra Firma Being of murk and dust

repulsive a dog paddin', thrashin', obsessive compulsive. Rippin' out hairs eatin' rodents fer meat and these scales keep growin' on my hands and my feet. Whirlin' and twirlin' and swirlin' in soup being

me sick when he changes into a monster. Phyllis: Why? Why does he make you sick? Don: Oh, can't you see it how, how . . . ugly it is that, being that

is to be happy Be happy before being old We don't have time to wait thirty years We All we want is to be happy Be happy before being old We take

[Music and Lyrics by Hylgaryss] La tristesse éternelle d'un ange sur la terre, De grandes fontaines de larmes coulant A  l'infini, Les yeux noirs