Io ritorno indietro a ieri? Ai piaceri ai miei dolori. Io rinasco volentieri? Io, non resto qua, non voglio la carita! Una capanna lungo il fiume. ?Cacciatore
: Io ritorno indietro a ieri? Ai piaceri ai miei dolori. Io rinasco volentieri? Io, non resto qua, non voglio la carita! Una capanna lungo il fiume. ?
If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split It's all under control If it can be lost then it can be won, if it
[Originally by Regina Spektor] A man walks out of his apartment, It is raining, he's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings, Trying to
Turn off the TV, it's time to settle down. And I've been ignoring newspapers, I've been staring at the ground Because I'm waking up from nightmares,
Let's save our arms, knives, tanks and guns. Let's put them in the shed until we fight a war not based on assumption. Let's save our bombs and set our
"Guantanamo Bay, son. We want none of your bullshit. The boy who's crying 'Haditha', Vietnam's not a reference. Stop to think of the terror Everyone'
[Erick Sermon] And you don't quit Yeah, pioneers one time (one time, two times) Yeah, Erick Sermon boy [Parrish Smith] Yeah, we rap, where you at? (
When I was young I had a dream That I was floating In a submarine I steered it left and right Through darkest days and Endless evil empty nights Then
Do you remember me I am an injured soul I measure anchors deep I have no self-control I section pieces off of your most precious skin and bury deep within
I can feel it in the center of my heart I can feel it in the dark and lonely parts I can feel it in the voice that calls my name I can feel it as it
How long must I wait in the dark For the night light to tear my insides a part Out here where the fun never ends I grow holes in my heart with a bottle
Seasoned Veterans of the nothing lasts Build us up then break us down Eggshells all around us If we breathe we will surely drown Seasoned Veterans of
I fall apart every time I read the surgeon's warning I fail to start every time I feel the seasons turning I will never be afraid of your faulty plays
There was cause for alarm when the girl cut her arms I believed in her words, I believed it could hurt There is doubt in her eyes like a chorus of night
I felt a neon buzz An artificial hum Across my forehead Almost didn't make it There was a chorus of men Of shiny two-time class My legs were crying
