have fallen of this beautiful horse Into this translucent haze I lost all hope I lost all fucking hope So I guess you can say that I'm one of the fallen
Fordítás: Öngyilkosság csend. A Fallen.
I have fallen of this beautiful horse Into this translucent haze I lost all hope I lost all fucking hope So I guess you can say that I'm one of the fallen
have fallen off this beautiful horse Into this translucent haze I lost all hope I lost all fucking hope So I guess you can say that I'm one of the fallen
calling me And I am falling through the stars (You remember now?) Yeah, I am falling in their arms (You remember how?) Oh, I am falling through the skies (You remember this?) I am falling
hataz we don't deserve 'em. Murda one, if we fin' ta go murda dem all, dey fall. They wanna see tha Bone fall, y'all, but nah, we too Bone I rememba
don't deserve 'em. Murder one, if a nigga go murdered them all, they fall. Nigga wanna see the Bone fall, y'all, but naw, we too raw. I remember, back
promise is death to you And it's true my only fear is I have none My conscience makes me keep me to myself 'cause I blast on And I can fall asleep right
are you so loud? Quiet Real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
? Why are you so loud? Quiet! Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
what's happening, she's not there just silence, the writing's on the wall this is not another sad story this is just another heart in tears this is not
saw the story We must always close our eyes and look the other way... Passive pretense, killing license, witnesses sworn to silence Was it meant to be this way? Losing, falling
right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide
dreams The pain on his face is glistening No one's eyes are listening Till his 44 starts whistling Hairs on the necks, bristling You can holla so loud till the silence
even lay my life down Just to cross that line It don't matter what I say to you It don't matter if I cry The silence of the evening Sweet as suicide
graveyard Where people boast about their deeds Future victims talking All this makes my flesh creep Sometimes - isolated Behind a mask - out of control A fall into silence
