Kick the rotten fruit Life is full of fresh energy Depth on my tongue the beauty is mortal You could have a bite Out of happiness If it doesn't taste
Take it away, bring me the message from lord of glory Take it away, take that all of us had strended here. We're diein' here by hunger, people passin
I have no idea, strong behind the weak I have no idea, silence covers your life I have no idea, no more sounds to hear I have no idea, kill Circle of
How much does the freedom cost How much is the faith How much does the feeling cost How much is the skin? How much does the writing cost How much is
leave your mouth A lot of hate, a lot of? Civilizations before burning A lot of pain, a lot of heart The people after humanity Sorry, I can't fight.
Hey I know you I know all your steps You don't know yet What're you waiting for innocent's hell. Why can't see your Real face in the Lake of pride
try to defeat myself There's no success for me I try to fight myself The instinct wins. I couldn't have opened the truth I couldn't have resisted you
Kain, ocsed vere felkialt hozzam a Foldrol legy tehat atkozott a Foldon, amely megnyitotta szajat, hogy beigya testvered veret, amelyet kezeddel ontottal
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on my heart Million drawings on the firmament I can go ahead Until I reach Taurus LEO against the hole world The handstand you're the autonomous You can't
Me that was me who has been in Contact with you for ages I know, I know even If I don't try, I don't care That I don't live a successful Life but that
heart is beating with double rhytm. I can do anything for us I can't see the goal of my life I can't hear the solutions I don't know the finish. Shame
Should I take it? The knowledge is deep Inside him Nobody, nobody knows it Burns his conscience Frightened every day He had the best performance But
God, God against the world... World against the world, God, fear, soul Mind, fight, world Heaven't Today nothing, leave me alone Life - machine - human Human heaven't
Traduzione: Blind Myself. Heaven't.
Thirty minutes later we was on my couch Remy, X.O. and green sticky weed She hit it like a pro, didn't choke, didn't heave We talked for a minute, you
