going 'Cause I feel like the real reason That you're quitting, that you're admitting That you've lost all the will to battle on Will the fight for our
go through changes That no man should face alone Take to heel or tame the horse The choice is still your own But arm yourself against the pain A wounded
I bite my nails until they bleed. I close my eyes, I disappear. She was my heroin; she was my love and hate. She was perfection in a pill that takes me
Traduzione: The Flaming Lips. Il Gash (Battle Hymn For The Wounded Matematico).
Traduzione: Ferito. Grazie a Dio per antidolorifici.
safe to me Thy grace Sacred Head now wounded Sacred Head with shame weighed down What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend For this
we both shared the same injuries. Now I've found it's you who injures me. My heart is cracked from being left out in the cold. I know you'll pay for what
I won?t let go! One more time and I know we got tonight I?m falling down whoa oh This isn?t the first time, you won?t be the last Tonight that I?m coming for
but not this night Lie on my back and stare up at the sky each star represents what was never mine tonight I fall because all you gave me was a band-aid for a bullet wound
for bullet wounds There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers Find a place to put your hope in See how they open up the gates for those who push
for bullet wounds There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers Find a place to put your hope in See how they open up the gates for those who
You don?t know what you would do were things to work out If somehow you got by without being put out You?d rather think that they have ruined everything
her pleasure Cutting herself, does not shed a tear Burning the flesh black, vomit through a flashback Her mom's been gone for 13 years Raping her--she
for falling down Heh come and join the zoo Shell shocked, red raw Punch drunk, saddle sore Forest Gump at heaven's door Just looking for a clue We're wounded
Guts splattered, body scattered I cut the flesh and kill Disfigured, I stab Your face Flesh breaks to open wounds I strike the knife into Your eyes And
[Cover of Ozzy Osbourne] There are no unlockable doors There are no unwinable wars There are no unrightable wrongs Or unsignable songs There are no
