Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What's it like to die alone? How does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your
[Version 1] Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What's it like to die alone? And how does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood
Traduzione: Escape The Fate. Non è abbastanza buono per la verità in Cliche.
: Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What's it like to die alone? How does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in
down a notch Crash my car through your window Make sure you're still alive Just in time to kill you I can't take this anymore. I can not feel what
spared and they will not escape, The bomb is in a briefcase aimed against the bourgeois state No chance, no way, they will not escape, No chance, no way, they will not escape
smokin' la la Supreme Dada, neva to good to eat at Popeye's Punishing you, servin' you notes above the cockeyes I walk the city alone, Not Biggie or
his own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up,
radio low, your feet anchored in mine Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline Good food in my belly, good love on my mind Turn around to a kiss deep enough
t escape my evil way Everyday seems to get a little bit more strange To the point where I cannot sleep A good seed was sewn into full a grown tree With
people when I bleed in the Steeple the reason they seizin me ain't no decreasin my ego my powers for Good I think would I shrink if somebody took away how good
To keep from goin insane We party just to escape No matter how much the cost Regardless of what it takes Never put your trust in the state They not controllin yo fate
still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape