[Music & lyrics by D. Gildenlow] You claim I don't know you, but I know you well I read in those ash eyes we've been through hell I've walked with the
Music:Mameli Lyrics:v.Drunen Dark middleagess centuries of pain The appearance of the inquisitions Religion turned out to be insane In these times of
Dark middle ages, centuries of pain The appearance of the inquisition Religion turned out to be insane In these times of witch prosecutions Tortured
A mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise Upon the food that
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Yeah, yeah Wrap yourself around me now Hold me close Just like a little girl In her daddy's arms Hold me, hold me She's got all those things that I need
I've seen enough, the next time you better stay loose There's plenty of government action in the neighborhood It's a general uprisin', see the men in
Tick-tock went the watch on your wrist Telling you softly of the minutes you've missed Kneeling down with your head in the bowl Telling yourself, there
The cash machine is blue and green For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On diet coca-cola
Sora akaku someru kokutan no yami Nomikomareta hoshikuzu-tachi Hakanaku furitsumoru hai no yuki Mitsumeta nageki no mado I never dreamed Kooritsuku There
This box is lovely that I made You may open up whenever you're lonely You know, there's nowhere left to go: You magnify the evidence It correlates the
I'd heard rumors and I'd heard talk About the trail you'd left of broken hearts About the sea of tears too wide to cross But a little bad press has never
Paralysed Lips of Ashes Synchronised Blue vein crashes Touching you inside Idolised Black Eyes fading You and I Connection failing I drill down inside
Je suis fait D'un peu d'ocean De chair et de sang Tout feu Tout flamme au-dedans Mais deja je me sens Chorus De cendres et de terre On est fait
[feat. Rick Ross] I got a house on my face, custom made glasses Lays on the [?], ashes to ashes, valee to vessel Known as an Aston, the oz [?], homie
Behind her smile lies rotten teeth Behind her eyes lie broken memories Broken Memories Broken Memories Like a rose fallen to the floor This whore
Todo,todo lo que queda de mi siempre tuve tanto miedo, siempre me negue a dar siempre ha sido asi y no me va mal que disfruto lo que siento, vaya forma