Testi:
Softcore

carrot. It's plenty hard to reach. Keep your foot out of my door. I don't want you on my floor. Yeah, Take it from the source. Yeah, It's killing my softcore

little time ago if you said something a soldier kills you if you raised your voice immediately a rifle shut up you the people who survived talk about

so much injustice you are going to explode if this bothers you go to the street to complain to let go your anger you have to destroy something throw

Looking for real life In this fake unreal shitty landscape It is so hard to start Making actions To contrast with all those what is said I disagree with

get a job save some money to get another piece of wood and follow ahead with my life skateboarding and hardcore don?t wanna do anything else skateboarding and softcore

I want to hear your voice again You?re still living in my soul I just want to hold your hand Now you are gone And I can?t take anymore I don?t want

what would happen if you don?t have money to buy all those things of basic need that you need to survive go out to the street looking for a bit of charity

The bus is getting closer And you have to go I?m forced now to wait Another week to see you again Sadness in my sight Bitterness in my thoughts There

Tired of my suffering I decided to get away I didn't want to say good bye There's just a step to run away From here Roaming in the darkness Without know