Hocico - Love posing as a prostitute

Tekst :

Tell me what price are feelings sold?
Yours are just cheap, my feelings can t be wrong

It poisons my soul, who needs this shit?
Now go away, I curse what you said

Revenge is what I feel
Revenge is what i m looking for
I want you to know, prostitute

Love s a bitch, double dealer, too dirt-cheap
Love s a bitch, it sets the price to hate

Fuck off this love, fuck off this caring
Fuck off these tears, affection I regret

Set the price now, sell yourself off
Sell me what s left from what the other s fucked

Revenge is what I feel
Revenge is what I m looking for
I want you to know, prostitute

Love s a bitch, double dealer, too dirt-cheap
Love s a bitch, it sets the value to hate

I buy you, so you curse the day our worlds crossed
I buy you, so you can t say no
I buy you, so you curse the day our worlds crossed
I buy you, so you belong to me

Inne utwory

  • Forgotten tears
  • Coward as a slave
  • Tales from the third world
  • Ruptura
  • Was a time
  • Nothing back
  • Final resource
  • Self destructive path
  • As a slave
  • Bloodshed
  • Winds of treason
  • Distorted face
  • Spirits of crime
  • Slow death
  • Death as a gift
  • Losowe utwory

    Stand

    You feel like a candle in a hurricane
    Just like a picture with a broken frame
    Alone and helpless
    Like you ve lost your fight
    But you ll be alright
    Chorus:
    Cause when push comes to shove
    You taste what you re made of
    You might bend, till you break
    Cause its all you can take

    On your knees you...

    A jester in our town

    Athenians sleep like a
    sluggish old horse
    but I am the fly that bites them
    I know the spots where it stings
    them the worst
    it makes them so cross to be roused from their rest
    that they throw me out like an unbidden...

    Pretext

    Celebrating with a feast
    Though place and date is wrong
    The sun have ceased to flee
    It didn t last for long

    Green trees and mighty seas
    All my dreams are for free
    But when I see these lies line up
    To...

    A my

    Noc jest z milcznia skrzydeł ptasich
    gwiazdy z mądrości swoich oczu
    rozkute w planetarnym czasie
    po grzbiecie nieba światło toczą

    modlitwa jest z wziosłości dzwonów
    z zadumy kaplic i organów
    z różańca wpół uśpionych domów
    co na mszę pod kościołem staną

    First lullaby

    Evening sun is going down
    Out on the ocean
    Wind is blowin round and round
    And this is your home
    It s our home now

    Here s the place we go to sleep
    And here is your garden
    I ve got one...

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