Sleep in this hole stinging in your eyes ashamed, for you, cause so far, i've been down thats true shake in lie about to fall ashamed, for you cause,
some spirit With attitude will and your spirit We'll shove it aside Soulfly Fly high So fly Fly free Shut your shit please say what you will I can't think side step around
I always wonder what it takes Fifteen stitches and soft parody To make my eyes be like deceit Believe the sting proves heart to me Now all I know that
I meant to come back to put out bliss But the style's crumblin', covered, canned It was sick and no you don't even know how it comes And shifts then gets
I feel soon I will sink Into you What do you think? 'Cause there's still blood In your hair Got the bruise Of the year But it's something about her
You're so sweet, your smile Your pussy and your bones You're on fire, you move me Like music with your style Let me think (And you think about what?)
This town don't feel mine I'm fast to get away Far I dressed you in her clothes So drive me far away, away, away It feels good to know you're mine Now
't want it, I just want your eyes fixated on me Coming back, oh Coming back around the fur Prostitute, climb back down, through the floor Please don't fuck around
Hey you, big star Tell me when it's over Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter 'Cause I'm through When the two hits the six and it's summer Cloud,
It's so simple to look at every little thing I do wrong It's so simple to overlook every little thing I do right I think too much, I feed too much I'
Somewhere, outside There are tricks, and evil Holler, downstairs While I drive I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog Dying of boredom
ignore the fasion Or go buy the book I dont want it I just want your eyes fixated on me Coming back aah Coming back around the fur Fur, the fur Speak
Fordítás: Deftones. Around The Fur.
: Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil Holler downstairs while I drive I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog Dying of bordem,
: I feel soon I will sink into you What do you think 'Cause there's still blood in your hair And I've got the bruise of the year But there's something
: It's so simple to look at every little thing I do wrong It's so simple to overlook every little thing I do right I think too much I feed too much
