others and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers milk that sours is promptly spat the light will fill our eyes like cats cataracts
Take me Take me back, take me back, take me back I cannot stand this, I cannot live This is a mistake This is a mistake This... is... a mistake... you
Locked up in the distance in the falter above us as the contrails pass you spoke your mind old photos distort you and you're frowning a smile as
Fordítás: Utóíz. Vízesés.
Fordítás: Bird, Andrew. Szürkehályog.
Fordítás: Drist. Szürkehályog.
Fordítás: FallStar. Szürkehályog.
Fordítás: Spárta. Vízesés.
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of others and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers milk that sours is promptly spat the light will fill our eyes like cats cataracts
Hear you screaming out for help see you reaching out for a hand No solution in this time of hate no emotion in your dirty faith No escape ! From the
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Empower your servants, there will be anarchy All evil will rise and Gomorrah will be here Burn the holy book, the book of tales and myths There is a
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two horned master is on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they
walk away with small fines, assassination still in mind Covered by the military reign, rules the world, rules with pain served your own beloved country
Taking over what we call our own, feeding your rancor and your sightless scorn. Through the time you forgot, you forgot. Through the time you forgot
Bright headlines used as a calming injection. In the mirror of lies I see the reflection Of buried thoughts and stolen freedom The absorbed struggle