Probability | Text |
97% | I'm walking out from myself Hundreds of people will end I can see how women rise for help But the man knows he's living in hell Innocent people in pain I'll make for evilness pain We must gather our power to gather And we must fight that we'll see them burn | ▶️ |
97% | I'm walking out from myself Hundreds of people will end I can see how women rise for help But the man knows he's living in hell Innocent people in pain I'll make for evilness pain We must gather our power to gather And we must fight that we'll see them burn | ▶️ |
95% | I'm walking out from myself Hundreds of people will end I can see how women rise for help But the man knows he's living in hell Innocent people in pain I'll make for evilness pain We must gather our power to gather And we must fight that we'll see them burn | ▶️ |
96% | R.T.M. is the son of a bitch. R.T.M. is son of a bitch. I've been blown by a horse power plant for seven years here. | ▶️ |
92% | My mind is in turmoil, my eyes are burning bright With devouring raids and anger, I'm getting ready to fight The desperate cries of fallen brothers set go in my head Full pile of lies of the same command, the bright the blood has paid Look at this and the tyrants will claim we're bound to fail But the burning will add power, we will prevail | ▶️ |
99% | I'm sorry to tell you that a transmission fault has developed, and it'll be necessary for a short time to reduce power. | ▶️ |
92% | I'm gonna get you! You ain't gonna step around me, I'm fucking fucking... Who is this much going on? He's got some friends who don't like that shit, you know what I'm saying? Are you trying to take away my whole voice creams? Night yoke off the nightmares? I thought I really got the power. Bring the punk ass to the town. | ▶️ |
99% | Now I'm tired of all those lame-ass, team-ass, prefabricated sorry excuses for singers and musicians. What if you write their own songs? What the world needs now is a musical revolution. We need some rock! We need something that has balls! We need something with substance, depth, something with soul, some edge, some passion, some power! Shit, if it's gonna be mellow, fuck man, it better have something, it better mean something! I'm telling you, you gotta hit them with something hard. You gotta stick them with something limp! Exist, milky, I'm so fucking tired of the shit that I'm hearing on the radio! Radio sucks! The same fucking songs over and over again! | ▶️ |
100% | Namely, I'm an object of unbelievable destructive power. It's less than three days away from this planet. | ▶️ |