Testi:
Cold Black Sunday

I can't breath at all It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts

I can't breath at all It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts

I can't breath at all It hurts to think That a sound could heal my wounds Feeling I've been betrayed Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can

the sun back, Bring the sun back, It's a blackbird, he's in the belly. Well it's cold, it's cold, it's cold and it's cold, But you've a roof over

kids are secular But every road leads to a church They grow them here The virtuous Mutinous by any means Rebellious, reformed then upright It's cold

bagz dead body cold slab embalm the body after the autopsy No blood just formaldehyde the outcome of homicide or suicide pine box Dressed in ya sunday

a streak of black against grey it feels like sunday everyday and there is noone left to phone well, if there ever was someone it is cold outside and

a sick story Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories Oh father don't start me tweakin I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening That cold November

ll be payin me (me) Walkin through the mall like we on a shopping spree (spree) Open up the garage, yeah everything you see, black on black like the NAACP