Traduzione: Boys Night Out. Ho Pneumatici.
It's all about the song in my head The one where the audience is all dead These days they're allowing Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation To make
I've got these scars that I'm hiding from times that I should have died and, A drink to remember them all. But it?s the ones I've inflicted, that keep
The first time I saw a body bend that way I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped
on some nights you'll find me falling I am formless I am shapeless on some nights i'm better left alone you take it all in from some severed state of
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. This halfway house is home to a madman. His ghosts, and his perfect song. This year has been bruised and broken
Another year, another year. Raise your glass high. Leaves will fall, the snow will fall. Raise your glass high. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And
baby, maybe you've got something i think that maybe we're on to something big bigger than i could have ever imagined tonight, it's worse tonight the
Get your head straight before it's too late. Get your head straight and find a better way. There are good nights, and there are hard rides. There are
The tell tale hints of acquiescence lighter eyes when she comes over its obvious they're lying she likes to smoke some drugs and screw and leave she
[Singing:] Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming. Your body's been dying, while your mind
"You'll wake up wrapped in winter if you sleep through summer." "Hey, thanks for the tip, but i doubt that you've got it covered." We'll use spring
When you're left with only a bullet I'll bring the trigger and a promise to pull it I'll be the end of everyone who's ever entered your life And taken
[Doctor:] Test, check. Well, he's been released today, and I'm going back where I started. Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how
You and me You know that we were always funny in a Car Crash sort of way Watch me bruise and bleed for you I always knew that I'd end up dead today..
An I.O.U. tattoo strung along the finer rips and tears of your heart, and it is there to keep you together while we're all falling apart My conscience
Something something. Subdued by sleep, we hate to wake up. He loved and counted his kills, divided the dead, And suddenly stopped. Prompted by the heat
I know that you're waiting, 'Cause that's what you do. Yeah, I'm on to you. I'm over the waiting, I'm coming for you. So get up and get out here. You
