it starts in this room; I'm gonna let go now I can't go without You Let it out, let it out, whoa I'll turn this world upside down First it starts in
Traduzione: Vaselines. Dying For It (The Blues).
Traduzione: Vaselines. Dying For It.
under water I can?t stand to take the heat And it?s getting hotter Cuz all that I Am dying to hold onto Is slowly digging me a grave Gotta get away Shake it
me, we're gonna lie on the floor, Cause we don't need to go and can choose some more. I'm dying for something, oh what will it be, I'm dying for you
For you, for me, for every beating heart. I?ll try it hard as if it was my last chance. Can?t keep on walking when advancing means going down? For you, for
Light The Fire, piercing into you're eyes It burns a hole so deep inside of me My Disguise, It covers up the fear But this hole tears open as I see you
[Chorus x4] I'm on that other shit, spitting for my brother shit Hardcore gutter shit, duct tape and some other shit [H.A.W.K.] I'm on that other shit
up on my own. Change the way I deal with out my self-control, There is no doubt I can give this up on my own. It?s happening. I?m dying to be reborn
choice was made to live for the grave Everything is quiet out in the country, It's the sound of passing time Silence isn't conservation, It's a respectful tone, When it
Ana winds I feel nostalgic for nothing, I am the pawn, I am the king I feel nostalgic for nothing, I am the pawn, I am the king, I feel nostalgic for
in Somalia scraping for bones on the roadside. There's a force stronger than nature keeps her will alive (keeps her will alive) This is how she's dying Dying to surivie (dying
alone your just a memory a twist of fate from god above when i lie awake at night it's you i crave - it's you i love the pain it burns inside i suffer
drawing of blinds Make the hunters all line up it's their idea of fun and let those be forgiven who never owned a gun was it him or me or the wailing
drawing of blinds Make the hunters all line up It's their idea of fun And let those be forgiven Who never owned a gun Was it him or me Or the wailing
I'm drunk on the vestiges of a dying scene What's left: impressions of what it really means. To be a part of something bigger than the system that unjustly