LICENSE TO KILL CD/LP

Drowning in red water

I must speak to agent Bond!

Creeping the dark path

Tell him he should dial number

Flying through crystal skies

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Inhaling the deadly lies

As soon as he can!

I feed my hate, the lust to kill

I reach my aim, I need the thrill

Your death is my cleansing

It is murder 23.

The screaming of the blade

Do you know what's really incredible?

The whisper of a gem

I'm bored wth all these foolish stories!

The strangle of my hands

Praying is not enough!

The stick of stinging needles

This requiem is just for you!

I feed my hate, the lust to kill

I reach my aim, I need the thrill

Your death is my cleansing

It is murder 23

I'm so sick of being restless

I'm so sick of feedind hopes

I'm so sick of wearing smiles

I'm so sick of sharing lies

Sinking into a gloomy theatre's stall.

The premiere show is coming to an end.

The corps de ballet dives into a frenzied dance.

A music starts. Sounds coming from the grave.

God, blinding spotlight holes my mind like a drill.

I am longing to smoke, already dying to cry.

Here no one knows me, my bloody hands.

I could look as a pretty girl!

No, tomorrow it's late, tomorrow escapes...

I'm living for my dreams,

I have made cruel murders and

Followed bright desires.

Round and round you'll save my burnt soul,

Because I find it hard to feel fine.

Crushed by my immortal fame

I don't dare to give up

Either deter myself from caring my sharp knife.

My shade draws away from me.

Now I could look like a pretty girl!

A spy sits in the car's dark shadow

I was driving straight to a hell

Just in time to my fave long drink as

Days run fast, no time for spell,

Yeah bloody fast.

Sweet home you're lost by far

And while the hotel is getting closer

A colt is shining high

Killer is smoothing his fine mauser.

Just let me take a shot

Before the party.

While climate becoms wide hot

And more, and more, and more.

Nobody knows the magic word,

Hiding behind the secret diamond key

You've got a license to kill

My shiva, golden eye

Got fever, like a fire

See people throwing dice

My shiva, golden eye

And now I'm about to shot him dead,

Just a frame before.

It's too late,

While guests keep on being unaware.

Like an action move actual scene,

Just a further step

In time, my daily life,

My colt smokes at the best.

Dirty rain is falling on the world

From Russia comes the beam

Of deadly brand new loves

All wrapped in gold.

Bright pictures from a golde star

And all the actoors leave the scene,

Riding on your dream.

Still in the cold sleeps cut of time

Without a break the wind blows

Covering cries merciful

Under the screen of unreal stars.

Snowqualmie sleeps without a sound

Depressing voice from the Red Lodge

Give me the key of such a spell

As time is running on and on.

Behind the scenes I wrote the end

of an odd tale read time ago

A jester said "Don't let me down"

calling me in, driving me out.

So I decided then to go

cut in the snowy highway storm

handling that colt lost in my innocence

turning you all into stone.

The sleepy town stays out of time

without a break the wind blows

covering cries merciful

under the array of scary stars.

Snowqualmie sleeps without a sound

depressing voice from the Black Lodge

Take back the keys of such a spell

under the vault of heaven.

Behind the scenes I wrote the end

of an odd tale read time ago

an angel said "Don't let me down"

callin me in driving me out.

So I decided then to go

cut in the snowy highway storm

handling that cold lost in my innocence

turning you all into stone.

I'm alone in my sad home

Punishment hurts like a thorn

Many tears catching my heart

Shouting in my ears like darts

But one day I will be crowned

In the end I'll be the key

In the end I'll spread my fire

In a flash, burning your craps

Dropping my fire!

Mama says that I'm impure

She keeps for me the gloomy room

Prays a way that satan knows

Only whips in a redemption rush

But one day I will be crowned

In the end I'll be the key

In a flash, burning you!

Vultures are surrounding me

Barbies hiding in the trees

So let's go to start the dance

My white dress now begins to sway.

See young chicks waiting for fun

All is ready for the trap

But my sandsls have high heels

No more jokes all over me!

Blood sprays everywhere

Just a noisy affair

A toy for the swan's altair

Death becomes a music fair.

Blood stains everywhere

Crowded hall in pain

A mask takes shape alone

Whie I see the agent Bond.

Death becomes music biz.

This is lawyer Mary Stark

Calling from Louisville.

Always bad news on bad news.

I'm angry again.

When you're going for success

And all desappears

And a boy gets lost,

How can I smile, how can you'll be shure,

How can!?

Those from the "Death Records" did a fine mess,

Winslow, the guy living in this music score...

Yah, right him again,

He's angry, he's angry again.

How can you look smiling?

Fast, audience go crazy

Sight is getting hazy

And the phantom enters

The scene like a dart.

Panic is spreading,

No suspect come out,

Agent Bond takes aim

And lights his lucky strike.

... You know they're working so bad,

Making foul CD's.

I'm so bored with this.

I'm angry again, I'm angry.

They and their money,

Their fucking money and their dirty tricks.

The buy sounds to be worn

Like 3-day smelling socks

"What's the best offer for this dead fish?"

I'm angry again, I'm drunk again.

With all this money they can go fucked off!

They say: you rock, your sound is shocking,

Your style could turn satan creepy.

So bombastic, hot and crushing.

Money, money, lots of money

And busty, horny, babes

Ready just for you!

Fast, audience go crazy

Sight's getting hazy

The phantom enters

The scene like a dart.

Mister Bond does not get upset,

While crossing the scene

Blood traced like Tom thumb's

Famous guiding crumbs.

The phantom appears

No suspect come out

Just lights on the stage.

Then, he walks by the door

They see him again

Their eyes full of fear

A last goodbye.

Take me where the wind still blows

In my whispers the storm grows

Time has come, I've that key

No more coming back's agreed

Take me where the angels fire

Shots and words crossing my heart.

Take me like a bitch

Pardon my sweet lips

So my sorrow falls apart.

Take my foolish charme

And crack my icy eyes

Sink your blade into my flesh.

Find words to light the creepy skies

And rain to clean sweet cheering lies

Across the beauty that remains

A spy leads his last tango again

The gate has closed is hostile arms

To the angry heroes of my time

And a conjurer plays a card

The black queen smiles at his command.

Strip me of my hard shell

And pardon my naive blush

The sorrow that remained falls apart.

Subject me to your wish

Don't fear my genle shame

Sink your blade into my flesh.