Testi:
Dead Regret

If I could make a list Of my mistakes and regrets I'd put your name on top And every line after it Because every inch of hope Becomes a world of shame

Philadelphia is a ghost town without you. Our youth is dust on the side of the road. Let it bury the seeds of regret. Bury the seeds of Regret. Embed

If i could make a list I'd put your name on top Of my mistakes and regrets and every line after it Because every inch of hope Becomes a world of shame

Let's call this ?everything? what is seems A violent distortion of ALL my dreams Just to spite the cold that seems to feed And still it burns inside of

So many days Through endless nights Reciting verse of Revelation By firelight He loaded up his gun And smiled to everyone They won't be taking us alive

the game its what we do best this ones called "the death of sincerity" and it goes something like this everyones smiling and plotting graves in the land of the dead

of doubt, don't show them The ancient game we're playing, it's never lose. Why did it fail? For what reason? How many times ..... Just a long way around or a dead

And you.. You are forgotten You are old You are unimportant You are dead Can you face the real truth? Can you call me a madman anymore? Do you regret

abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war But can't feed me It's so easy to regret things After they done Babies