Mi prende un nodo in gola che non mi lascia respirare soprattutto quando penso che tu sei lontana da me mi sento un nodo in gola che non riesco piu'
Set the bird Get die like I wanna to With my hands around the white man?s throat Diggin? Fly dip die Yeah, world, yeah It?s the world Like it
Right now is the time for the tired and forgotten tired and forgotten to turn in our legs, crippled from our own way and strength and let us strap compassion
not so long ago, on a cold december day you let my father die in solitude and pain once he was your son, and baptised in your name if this is now you
[Instrumental]
scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation. Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place. I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the
I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws
I don't think you have a clue who I am and exactly what I do One voice alone could save a soul I don't think you have a clue who I am and what I'll do
[music: O'Brien] [lyrics, vocal patterns: Mazurkiewicz] As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck I thrust my cold steel into your face,
La si vedeva ogni mattina col suo cappotto verde e delle eccentriche scarpe rosse da quasi 20 anni alla finestra con il rosario al petto e una preghiera
Ricordo il freddo massacrante i timidi lamenti della mia gente ammassati stipati dentro un treno merci due giorni e due notti senza dormire e ben presto
I'm sleeping in my underwear i'm not really sleeping i'm just thinking of you i'm praying, but not down on my knees i do it in the shower where
[Originally performed by Bulldozer] One life here One soul there I'm bored with living I don't even care Suck up their brain Rip out their heart Spit
Hoy vuelta a empezar, todos han pensado igual, ojala nadie pregunte mi opinion. Entran en el bar, se saludan sin hablar, para luego ir a sentarse en
A line of strands to mark the trail, no one said it would be easy. I must admit I thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons, but all these
Feel, don't watch the mercury drop Things fell apart and then I turned and stopped and said I can't go on anymore like this Save me from the tired hums
Back down And touch The door is shut In the end You're just too close There's no-one here There's no-one there I still can't tell Try this And
I've got a lump in my throat You say 'no-one's to blame but me' And all the freaks on the front page Telling little white lies Programmed for an hour