Stripped to the bone Left standing alone You want everything And find falling home Follow, follow the hollow Follow, follow the hollow There's no one
cuts With the faith of a sadist's Healing touch And you follow the hollow Your life is wrapped around greed addiction And you follow the hollow Your
Fordítás: Darkest Hour. A Hollow.
it cuts With the faith of a sadist's Healing touch And you follow the hollow Your life is wrapped around greed addiction And you follow the hollow Your
lived it up From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra There's science to
In these days and these hours of fury When the darkness and answers are thin Lovers come and check out in a hurry Shallow and hollow again Come lay your
is my love song It goes like this Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark
's hot And keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart And watch time count down on the hands of the clock Till the hour when the pinnacle start Wow, and go fast like the bullet that ran through the dark The hollow
of folks Remember playing in the streets, touch football Look y'all, somebody get mad and bounce with they football Twenty four hour block parties Everybody on the block pissing you a dark
fleeting words No one calls there in the shadows There's no end to the dark, there's no one out there, no one but me The hours pass so slowly, the life
dead nark Niggas never see the light till it spark Then they bleed, it get cold then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the East, I run these streets You can eat hollow
?m lost into my sick mind afraid to face my deepest fears i found my self in despair... ...with tears in my eyes... I'm longing for the darkest hours
t feelin us*} [Kurupt] Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER Hollow tip
...), (a'ight) Back when Mark Wallberg was marky mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to...mix in with bacardi dark and when it...
Down in the street they're all singing and shouting Staying alive though the city is dead Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter While you are crying
open your ear Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear Standin in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain Hour by the hour ain
that the time is approaching When what I love above all else Will be only my greatest memory It's both tragic and symbolic That in your darkest hour
earthward Till she landed in the nasty part of town She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of
