tra le tue braccia Che dalla sorgente si apriranno Mi tuffero navigando attraversero Io saro l'oceano piu importante Ti seguiro acqua di sorgente insieme a te conchiglia
proprio di morire come chi ha Il mal di mare e non puo farci niente come chi cerca un sogno che non ritornera mai. Collane di conchiglie, anelli di
Le temps est venu de bouger sa carcasse, Deplacer sa masse Tout remettre a sa place. Tranquillement, vetir sa carapace, Pare aux eventualites Allez !
Sans faille, le cycle se repete Semblables, les jours qui se succedent, Quand les ombres se projetent, En d?inquietantes silhouettes. Le vent qui se
C?est la chasse aux sorcieres. Ambition carnassiere. Extinction volontaire. Punition exemplaire. WARFARE ! ca n?pourra pas tomber WARFARE ! toujours
Aux grilles du palais Y?a la foule qui s?entasse Y?a le soleil qui tape sur les tetes Les mauvaises ondes J?ai du soucis a me faire C?est le monde a
Nu comme un vers A l?avant du lavabo Je cherche dans le miroir Mes pupilles qui s?egarent. Sous la pression involontaire Eclatent mes molaires Sur mon
La fatalite Tu as laisse passer ta chance La vie est cruelle A present, tu n?as plus la force Assez ! Tu finis par me souler Si encore tu avais la decence
J'me sens animal, prisonnier d'me reves Dans ma tete ca cavale sur l'avenir d'nos etres Faudrait que j'degage du profond d'mon ame Un autre sorte de
They took him in arrest with a shot through his chest And many more followed through The men folk shook their heads and said we did what we had to do
Mary had a little clam Its lips were brown as shit Everyone that Mary fucked Their balls began to itch Mary had a big fat ass Filled with scabs and zits
[Poster Boy] Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs
Falling down to earth is better than floating away I hate you things that you say its not ok laugh at me look down on me walk around on me you put me
My messenger in disguise makes up for such short goodbyes. You can't come home again. Each time it's different. And the yards around your feet fall
[Chorus:] Shells on the floor there's writings on the wall Bullets in your store says I'm hunting for you all Filled full of dope I'm harvestin' my ho
It's been a long time since we've gone Those summer days are done I won't forget those times we walked By the tide pools skipping stones and shells Those
Les coups de loose, les coups de lattes, les coups de blues ca nous blesse. Des casseroles que l?on traine, des wagons et des caisses. Des fardeaux qui
I got that A to the motherfucking K Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds Of the