: Fruher Morgen gru?t uns am Schlachtenfeld. Die Schwerter gezogen, der Mut ist gestahlt. Ein letzter Trunk Met, die Pferde stehn bereit. Wir harren
Fruher Morgen gru?t uns am Schlachtenfeld. Die Schwerter gezogen, der Mut ist gestahlt. Ein letzter Trunk Met, die Pferde stehn bereit. Wir harren grimm
: (feat. Jack Knight) [Intro:] Baby this is your last dance; you know how you do it There's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like
Give the audience a grin Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow Always look on the bright side of death Just before you draw your terminal breath Life
pray i can swim just so i wont drown and the waves that crash over me i am gasping for air take my hand so i can breath as i write this last song down
a chemistry like a bride-to-be It's not a fantasy, but it's reality Be careful were the words the last time we had our talk And your truth sound absurd
Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers
, aight, whatever Yo, he woke up in a daze, back achin' Breath smellin' like liquor, dick smellin' like sex Head throbbin' like the bass from the club last
Please, holy spirit, no lies, these my cry's kan u hear it 2 those who left take uh deep breath bekuz u escaped death Things turned bad bak here & Lord knows I aint shed my last
I can swim just so I won?t drown In the waves that crash over me I?m gasping for air, take my hand so I can breath As I write this last song down And
a fracture had seized at my neck Breath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace Conference of the birds I heard my mother dove cry Not absurd
seems absurd When your crime's no longer absurd What will you say when we ask you "What are your final words?" When your crime's no longer absurd What
Give me liberty or give me death No truer words have ever been said Well, are you prepared for your very last breath? Don't you dare start which you cannot
lunacy that I am facing But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd But I preferred To
the field the death bell knells So run and tell my darling true That my death is short My breath is you, so please come down And take my hand, my last
on tiring flesh, Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves. To breathe is not
that simply disappear while silence has replaced the sound of laughter and in the twilight memories shimmer in a breath of hesitation but it only lasts
