The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor
Превод: Кървенето Чрез. Оказа Студената на допир.
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the
the surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. my face was white, laying on the cold tile floor
that for me and my niggaz As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed
good if it got style sick of the same old thing free us and touch what we cant see twist that knife and watch him bleed lost inside its way too deep
) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn - I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 1 - Immortal Technique]
wearin fo'-five, I just look like this, I just seem old But I had to bleed the blood of a Dirty motherfucker to suffer clean clothes and touch what a
sure to God I reef turns on the ringer We duckin' the subpeona Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina Check the 150 millimeter, heater As it blows holes through
will never heal or forget... Like puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone The bleeding is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had begun Set
, time turns elastic, time turns... In and out of focus, time turns elastic, time turns... In and out of focus, time turns elastic, time turns... In and out of focus, time turns
, time turns elastic, time turns In and out of focus, time turns elastic, time turns In and out of focus, time turns elastic, time turns In and out of focus, time turns
's cursed snake Hic est draco caudam suam devorans! You may have felt it's cold Carressing down your spine Gently yet with strength And with a morbid touch
wife was dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate
for me and my niggaz {2Pac} As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed
't wanna pull the plug Hug on my canteen like in a dream Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league I can tell by the way the needs bleed
desolate valley he walks Pale flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest gray A cold wind pierce through
