I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes Take your poison, look inside I fall into dreaming I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home Sleeping
I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes Take your poison love inside I fall into dreaming I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home Sleeping
Traduzione: We Are The Fallen. Bruciare.
: I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes Take your poison, look inside I fall into dreaming I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home Sleeping
And pretty corpses hold their brides Do you know I'd never hurt you? (I loved you so much we are not broken, we are deathless.) So taste "it" and we will
But we were ready, disguised of malice stone. [Chorus:] Our friend Lazarus sleeps, Her lips shake with every, with every word. You were my favorite. We
way Sometime soon or its done I'm through with it Shit I'm too close to the finish to burn out turn round and pack up are you kidding? I won't let
It rises all around me And now we're barely breathing A thousand faces we'll choose to ignore Curse my enemies forever Let's slit our wrists and burn
(feat. Eminem, Nate Dogg, DJ Boom) [Intro: 50 Cent] G-unit 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath The Dreamteam We got to get the get well cards niggas is sick
We are the voice of the earth, sky and sea. We are the tears of the poor and oppressed. We are the blood of the countless murdered. And we are the seeds
; hide behind the shadows we once knew Lies behind your silver breath of a troubled mind that never grew The sky has turned pitch black, and now the clouds are burning
am Aceyalone Ace One! And ya don't stop Ha-ha A-and you don't stop Fatjack Always comes with the fat tracks We cater to the deejays We cater to the emcees We cater positivity We
that I cannot wish away. Goodnight sweetheart. There is nothing more to say. Things fall apart. Hearts are broken every day. If I only had the strength, I'd burn
jehovah fall In your kingdome hall We will rape your women Fill them with our seed So our unholy race continues to grow You hide from us We are stronger we
white horse Or a white man on a black horse It's got all these tired parts where We don't even sing at random Princess, raise the drawbridge We don't
Aesop Rock] Ah, dirty, dirty destiny Birded murders with a burn gurshin a peasantry Nervous flux flirtin' with hurley burly chemistry Graffiti burner
out on the brigade So we could walk planks Then we'll climb a tree and wait Irony is waiting over piety and faith So when the ghostly ruminations that are
