had a name The blood stains your hands Wrapped in guilt sealed with shame I grieve for what turns to ashes And bones and buried beneath the Garden of stones
[CD bonus] [Roope Latvala] Life should be played safe, secure the happy future No extra choices to be made, center all on one goal Leave school with
-getters Locked and loaded like barettas, it don't get no better Po'ing up to a toe up, rip the stage when we show up Laf-Tex and Dead End, got this rap
stone. [Chorus:] Our friend Lazarus sleeps, Her lips shake with every, with every word. You were my favorite. We both know our love will never end. Conform
again Everything is dead Everyone is fucked Every time im stuck Fell to easy Someones own is all alone Fell to easy Someone grows into a stone
in anger, but in danger of calling you My mind's a long, long way from it was dead And now the good times just keep drifting back in, woah Breathe it on out the end
am lost at sea My voyage won't end I lay here alone Behind this stone These statues are friends These statues so cold hold me In land of the dead
got the sword (dead flesh!) Aint no time left. (Keep ya head up now) Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would like it) [Random thoughts until end
when the world cares [Chorus x2] [Gentleman] Everytime you read all that Everyday another innocent, end up dead More wickedness, to all of them, spread out dead
! Equality will never be attained when blaming Eve for the sins we've gained. A fighter untilthe end -- but sympathy only kicked in once she was dead.
How did I end up like this? I'm driving you around and taking care of your kids And maybe baby I should have listened to my folks 'Cause now I'm stuck
A seven summer itch, no end in sight My recluse heart you took outright. A delusionist in love is something to behold, Confident in doubt, knowing not
dead, Lay me in a mound. Place my weapons by my side For the journey to Hall up high When I am dead, Lay me in a mound. Raise a stone for all to see Runes
In eternal Silence we are drawn Buried in Stone Dust on my Hands One hundred Years In the pale Shine of a dying Sun I fly beneath the Clouds Like
heart still beats A frozen love is your defeat Sitting on her icy throne What she sees she makes her own Her passion dead as still as stone Your balls
s hope, I've got the strength I've go a life And a talent for irony All is dead All is over Bury me under a stone with no inscription!
Born into a hazy crossfire The end result of innocence and ignorance Flesh and blood cure for emotional strife Vision obscured by a soft skin curtain
muslims are dead they claiming they killing they running with no clues, they're walking in the wrong shoes killing innocents claiming we win you lose im waiting for the 12th stone
