Hey I know you I know all your steps You don't know yet What're you waiting for innocent's hell. Why can't see your Real face in the Lake of
Fordítás: Blind Myself. Ártatlan a Hell.
Hey I know you I know all your steps You don't know yet What're you waiting for innocent's hell. Why can't see your Real face in the Lake of pride
s gonna find me Put my foot on the gas Accelerate Drive so far No one's gonna find me Love, hate, pain, all the same Still took for granted, either reason that's
the Cowboys From Hell, and everything we do, we do 110%. That's the bottom line, and that means no compromise. I'm guilty, nut I'll drink myself innocent
Countless long nights while I stare at the wall I ask myself over again How did I end up in this little hell? How did it ever begin? Oh oh oh, oh oh
me on and took me in Behind the veil but never again Will I ever betray myself surrender to a savior's hell For seven years I'd trust in you My innocence
pride when I break through She's the medium I need to find my way home she's my intermediary to everlasting youth but I can't find myself in the depths
complete I need a, I need, I need a That's all I need, see how easy I am to please That's all I need, and maybe then I'll be complete That's all I need
me yesterday, I didn't ask you if she's guilty. I didn't ask if she's innocent. I didn't ask you if she's drunk, or a dope, no! All I said was, do you
Hilfiger) Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn's illest niggers (Damn) I'm so deep in the game I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the real niggaz
feels like it's clearing my mind. My vision is gone, erasing the one I am. Depraved of myself, now it's taking my thoughts away, I feel it's enclosing
yesterday It's my fuckin' past I just seen you yesterday It's my fuckin' past I just seen you yesterday It's my fuckin' past I just seen you yesterday It's
Cowboys From Hell, And everything we do, we do 110%. That's the Bottom line, and that means no compromise. I'm guilty, nut I'll drink myself innocent
been turned around by love and hate I have resided in my private hell But I love this life and I live to tell [Chorus:] Blind Faith is the cause of the trouble Blind
Hell, and everything we do, we do 110%. That's the bottom line, and that means no compromise. [sung] I'm guilty, nut I'll drink myself innocent Recklessly
when I break through She's the medium I need to find my way home she's my intermediary to everlasting youth but I can't find myself in the depths of
