Testi:
Dan Marks

As if his mouth might breathe an answer She knows she's getting older, the emptiness controls her And the smoke curls round her fingertips Like question marks

if his mouth might breathe an answer And she knows she's getting older The emptiness controls her And the smoke curls round her fingertips Like question marks

Nella gabbia della principessa prigioniera di un cattivo re li no, non puoi volare, il drago non ti lascia mai. Era sempre triste Melaverde, sempre

Non ho fatto in tempo a prevedere tutto questo,troppo bella,troppo facile per me e ripetutamente nella schiera dei perdenti fino al giorno che non ho

tighter around anxious hearts set to burst And when this once at least gilded cage has been Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb What have you done, Mark

There's misery in all I hear and see From the people on TV After their tea when life begins again They'll be happier than me There are a thousand

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city

Disenchanting and contagious when we think that we're in love superfluous, disengaging when we think we are in love pointless words when it comes to

Bushido: Warum fuhren wir Krieg, warum toten wir hier Manchmal wird mir klar ich hab Boses in mir Viel boses passiert, es war schon und gut doch warum