He awaited one anticipation Pictured from her mouth A further request The sons of Adam Put her to death A voice is heard Echoes from the hollow soul
seem so hollow, hollow like me When you see my eyes, do you hide your face? You seem so hollow, hollow like me When you see my eyes, do you turn away? You're hollow
Traduzione: Forty Foot Echo. Vuoto.
Traduzione: 40 Foot Echo. Vuoto.
the dome After i trail him home, i'd like to catch Malone And strangle him with the microphone And drag him back to Project Blow (echo) I hold as many
and states "Goddamn my shit is trash" "It's time to let go", the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo Heartless kid, hollow compartments Be
[unknown] Survival of the business, ese puedo Don't understand this world, todo mundo se {?} por esto Mi mido, blow diablos that echo Ready to claim
(Y. Wright, S. Wonder) Shattered dreams, worthless years Here am I encased inside a hollow shell. Life began, then was done Now I stare into a cold
it's worth, I can't stand this ball of dirt Insert flirt to rhythm juggs, booty bangin the word surf Buji tanning berserk nerf, echo hollow the pocket
the same bitter words hidden beneath each new smiling face. Speaking of others' faults does not absolve us of our own. Every word said, rings hollow like an echo
it was something I was trapped in... [Verse 1:] I browse at palms before palms cover eyebrows And get in tune with the echo-like high sounds created
It's up to you to take it This World You stick out your tongue and taste the rain Because there will be no going home again This is the hollow point The
the dying of an echo far away Must have been an echo far away Can't you see the white ash falling From the hollow of the skies And the blood runs red
Voices dwell in chambers of ages surpassed Resentments echo within vaults suffused in the past Thirst for insurrection remained unquenched Alleviate
our rub We turned to nurse the tiger cub Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes.. Now I hear the echo of a thousand hollow
And if you ain't buying you dying Hollow tips flying make you deceased I'll ride on you bitch ass niggas who won't let Makeveli Rest In Peace [echo] [
better duck) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic) Hot ones echo through the ghetto Hot ones echo through the ghetto Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Where they echo at where they echo