honey Take A Chance on me You Take A Chance when you're ruthless You Take A Chance when you're cruel You Take A Chance when you make a vow babe To be
Demonomania, Demonomania, Demonomania My father was a wolf Demonomania, Demonomania, Demonomania My mother was a whore Demonomania, Demonomania, Demonomania My mother was a
the moon Gives my hands the shapes of angels In the heat of the night, the animals scream In the heat of the night, walking into a dream Fall, fall,
decay) I'm so sick, so sick of myself (Mother, say you'll pray for me) I'm so sick, so sick of myself Shards of glass swimming in my eyes A small voice
I have seen ten roses bleed Seen new petals fall I have felt my soul tear I have felt nothing at all Watched what was vibrant Fade as shadows fall I
fire inside, A snowball. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow. Hot in the ice, On fire inside,
I was left for long Desperate to control unstable mind trying to get out No one can live without a fire inside I live because I have got a fire inside
Übersetzung: A Fire Inside. The Boy Who der Welt zerstört.
Übersetzung: A Fire Inside. Gewürznelke Smoke Katharsis.
Übersetzung: A Fire Inside. Total Immortal.
Übersetzung: A Fire Inside. Brownie Bottom Sundae.
Übersetzung: Kate Bush. On Fire Inside A Snowball (Hot In The Ice).
. I'm so sick, so sick of myself. Mother, say you'll pray for me. I'm so sick, so sick of myself. Shards of glass swimming in my eyes. A small voice in
, Demonomania, my father was a wolf. Demonomania, Demonomania, Demonomania, my mother was a whore. Demonomania, Demonomania, Demonomania, my mother was a
: I have seen ten roses bleed, seen new petals fall, I have felt my soul tear. I have felt nothing at all. Watched what was vibrant fade as shadows fall
the hanging garden. In the hanging garden. Creatures kissing in the rain, shapeless in the dark again. In a hanging garden, change the past. In a hanging
decay. I'm so sick, so sick of myself. Mother, say you'll pray for me. I'm so sick, so sick of myself. Shards of glass swimming in my eyes. A small voice