source before you take the truth on a crash course what are you going nowhere fast for it?s over in a flash and I?m asking spinning lies and reality memory?s the malady
There?s no cure so why should i care You have fled into this blackness In this sling i must contain You use your force To comfort my trembling hands
Heroin, the heroine, my model citizen. Such wealthy poetry... a toast! A toast I call, and I want assualt, and I want... and I want assault. Heroin the
Eating the trash without strings in the middle of everywhere. The world is a tomb. Stacking bodies on top of buildings and vice versa. A child floating
Somewhere around the valley of the rouge, pissing cheap words on handbills and riding with death. Where all the lucky ones get ruined. When you'd rather
They like me like flies on stinking meat. Well I have pull with him, but pull's a bastard. Well, I am a hideous thing. I know ain't much redeeming me,
Maybe it's not me going crazy. Maybe this place has gone crazy outside my skin. Although, if not for this place gone bad. Whose skin shall I stand in?
Beaten my mouth to yours, again and over I heard you sobbing. Head dumped in your hands like you were washing your face in tears. And I swear I never
Down by the old cemetary where the presidents rot, down by the tombstones beyond the moaning gates where the old men wait, well-dressed and underground
The black velvet band sticks with its teeth out, falling out of every dumb gum. And its hands stained red are shaking instead of making sense. Lets laugh
There's no cure so why should i care You have fled into this blackness In this sling i must contain You use your force To comfort my trembling hands
Traduzione: Hannah Wright. Una nave For A Minor Malady.
Traduzione: Stato iniziale. Come To Malady.
Maladie d'amour, maladie de la jeunesse Si tu n'aimes que moi Reste tout pres de moi, oh... Maladie d'amour, maladie de la jeunesse Si tu n'aimes que
maladie qui ronge les hommes (instrumental) Refrain (x2) : Bebe je ne sais pas mentir Loin de moi l'idee de trahir Attire par toutes ses forme J'ai la maladie
J'ai peur du jujube sur mon coeur Qui bat trop fort, tout noir Et s'il te plait ne dis rien quand je serai noir Et que tu me verras souffrir seul dans
Elle court elle court La maladie d'amour Dans le coeur des enfants De sept a soixante dix-sept ans Elle chante elle chante La riviere insolente Qui
