injected venom sucking the life from us away for eighty days it's white noise just white noise staying awake for the music's sake they say they listen
Injected venom sucking the life from us Away for eighty days It's white noise, just white noise Staying awake for the music's sake They say they listen
Traduzione: Darkest Hour. Basso.
(Crowbar Cover) I chose the long hard path I'm wandering In self-denial for so long I bled To find the truth in all I say and do My darkest hour
dead" [9th Prince:] "Come against the consequence of the 9th Prince" [Tommy Whispers] Stapleton crime towers I hear you gotta be clean like takin' nine showers Divine powers, ultimate man Hour
the machine The meek and the low christen the kingdom's coming Building the great machines of war Men feed machines this century of the dark Coming of the hour
tab hollering, little white flag waggling Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer Back to back like Mad Hatter magic Rabid mastif collaborative Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark
(Graham Russell, Michael Sherwood, Jimmy Haun) You were late last night, the candle burned so low And in my darkest hour I knew you had to go Did he
be the lull before the storm But there's one piece of nature everyone's forgot And that's, "The darkest hour is always before the dawn!" When the candle burns low
the darkest hour is right before the dawn They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn But you wouldn't know it by me Every day's been darkness
the trees are bare Iron clouds go floatin' by Snowflakes falling in my hair Beneath the gray and stormy sky. The evenin' sun is sinking low The woods are dark
the place is ringed with countless foes Some of them may be deaf and dumb No man, no woman knows The hour that sorrow will come In the dark I hear the
the boy you swore you'd never leave - the one you kissed on new years's eve the sweetest dream you had last night -- your darkest hour, your hardest
town When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep Thats when real G's come out on the creep Midnight movin through the city on the low Sippin' on
tick like the outside of my low cuts, preferred a clean slate 'less you're dealing with mates, beware open all hour supermarket dives, dark ford falcon
the storm of the stereotypical Another brother shot condition listed as critical Band together to override In order to let slide the ramifications of the dark
