Extended hand a friendly man who doesn't trust a soul I wonder why that meeting eyes could put your life on hold Do people feel humanity is something
Subtle poison slips through my veins A dark cloud inside of me It hovers slow till you finally know I'm waiting just to set it free Whoa the walls are
It infiltrates insidious, it feints at love Betrays our trust in what we've known Since we were born the truth we've found in all we see Points to design
Little man, you are too impatient to understand This hateful world It?s twisting you right through another girl Please slow down Let?s help to find the
Red, green and white hot tracers steal across the sky (How long) Crashing down and Burning through the night For you and me These things pretend we do
So I close my eyes and try to find an explination why. Come what will, I just can't feel on any certain day. And every second of our miserable lives is
Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up. Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up. I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands
I've been hanging around this girl and she wanted to date I liked her just fine, but boy I'd love to fuck her I met her at a party when the cops rode
amor,un hermoso sutil dolor Quiero vivir, construir nuestro mundo sagrado prefiero morir si tu no estas a mi lado es un sutil dolor sueno sin color mi sutil
Preach me a sober dream And make your lovers enemies Here is one in front of you My knives and tongue you won?t refuse Vulgar display of truth My distance
Dentro il suono delle cose Nella strada di ogni storia Ferendoti senza parlare Tu senti un sottile piacere Un sottile piacere Piacere di vivere Ed e
Your mouth it speaks with the subtle disconnection between open doors with subtle observations but these symptoms of each sickness are in a line from
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We walked across the sand Two trails with tales to tell And our footprints kept our track Until there were only two One pair of prints pronounced one
Here comes the anesthesia Its coming straight from your hips Weve got no use for needles Weve got this all under our belt Sirens fill the air waves Warning
Our optics failed us once again In hopes to find the perfect lens Our signals read not what we meant Our crosshairs tangled like a web (And) We wont
It infiltrates, insidious, it feints at love, betrays our trust in what we?ve known since we were born, the truth that?s found in all we see points to