ahead At those lies that night or empty promises It's the blood in your tears The pain in your veins The lies, the cries, only the Only the stain remains
ahead At those lies that might be empty promises It's the blood in your tears The pain in your veins The lies, the cries, only the Only the stain remains
Fordítás: Life Of Agony. A folt makacs.
fucked up All we do is fuck, fight and get X'ed up Enough, enough, we bad for each other mama But our sex life ain't right without drama In combat, sweet agony
from Mars, for vengeance my opponents die hard Panasonic electronic thoughts Cut short your life support Half deceased enemies are buried alive At the Wu mount enterprise Raisin' cane remain pain in the brain Stain
in despair Domineered by the promise of agony! And the happiness is bound And the hopelessness is found I'm in agony!! Can't you understand Despondency commands my agony
agony There on the beach lying wasting and staining the sands of time indifferently Stranded on the shores of life The fishA's kiss - it still remains
of the world While a temporary leap of faith helps the story unfurl They say that hearts don't stay broken Even though the scars remain And eyes don't stay
to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that
agony I just fuck up emcees (fuck up emcees) Lacerate body parts Fuck up your stage art, rippin microphones apart Remain focused (remain focused), never
in this solitary hell. You have tried to break my will, I stay strong and bide my time. Remaining true to my self, and the cause that is my life. You
Darkness has consumed your soul, now you curse the sky Agony and solitude like worms feed on your pride Innocence has been erased as shadows stain the
it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is
from Mars, for vengeance my opponents die hard Panasonic electronic thoughts cut short your life support Half deceased enemies are buried alive at the Wu mount enterprise Raisin cane remain pain in the brain Stain
we do is fuck, fight, and get X'ed up Enough, enough We bad for each other, mama But our sex life ain't right without drama In combat, sweet agony upon
last of all the land. A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last, lonely man? - By the Gods he is there to never leave, to remain all his life. His
