Voy a cruzar la reja que se oxida y resbalar tu ruta va liviana vas a curar mis ojos infectados y olvidar que el sol ya no es de plata hay una luz en
Can you can you twist me up yet again? A Chemical kiss from you princess pretend that, this isn't what you wanted girl we all know this is what you wanted
i don't mind the weather I've got scarves and caps and sweaters I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days. i think that it's brainless to assume
my generation as nation has a reputation for looking out for themselves abnoxious and self-righteous i realize the warning sings are so alive since
(feat. flowinIMMO) DJ FRICO GIB MIR DAS MICRO Denn, wenn der fiese Fickfreezer mit den freshen fridgen an den Wanden fader wriggeld und wahrenddessen
Friction! Friction! Friction! Friction! Night clubs and night stalkers Fast women, fast talkers Loose lips, loose limbs The lovely loveless Sunset to
(feat. Masta Killa) [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Is you ready? Back by popular demand... Murderous specialist tactics Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or practice
Dreaming in a nightmare, a dream you beg of me to lay you down to sleep And your reality is lifeless when you wake to me Leave it alone, take your hands
The day he almost drowned with no little trace of hope The day his neck was suffocating from the grip of darkness? rope His gravestone lies beneath the
Skye : Locked in a cell for your very last breath How can it be that, This is your death Something is stirring, way underneath As people ignite the
Concentrate: can't you bear the hot blue tears? The weeks' advancing sunset lines? The winds that cripple bittersweet compassion when you waste it? ...
Written by: Chris Ballew and the Presidents of the United States of America Zero Friction (Zero Friction) Zero Friction (Zero Friction) Zero Friction
Between the stacks in the library not like anyone stopped to see we came they went, our bodies spent among the dust and the microfiche dark winters
with a sigh i greet the day i feel the morning on my face weary at the moment i awake even as i lie the thought returns to mind "welcome to the
when this fleeting limelight fades and we're alone again what name will your heart speak? what is true? what is real? not what you feel what you
spine of silk and eggshell thin pity the bleeder, bruised and palsied prince the shameless desperate mourn the cherished in ruins, yes our once great
shed this wineskin, de-contain break this strain this chain of unchange "i(we) see clearly now the reign is gone..." separation-manifest six feet
