, You were no one at all, And I feel no pain, Everyday is just the same. And I feel no pain, Everyday is just the same. And I feel no shame, When I'm
Übersetzung: Ash. Feel No Pain.
switchblade knife. Bring up the pain from deep inside, With a sound so good it hurts. And I?m a sucker for a midnight drag, A long slow dance of smokin ash
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gloves Cats pumpin' they drugs on Ave., I jumped in the cab Head to the lab, grab my pen and my pad, feel the wind draft Dump the insensce ash inside
pain, more hard to the brain Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again I burn like acid rain, that acid slang These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
to hold on but I'm just falling faster I promise, I don't hate you, but I don't love you at all. So let's stop pretending. So long Feel bad for all the pain
in ghostfire (Ghostfire) Lovers sprurned took their revenge, lie in cells tonight Once consumed they turn to ash in its cold blue light Those who can't take the pain
within his head, get it. Pain, on top of he felt it, fucked up himself quick shit. But that would be my crime. Every now and then a nigga feel it, gotta
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker That money get dropped off, so do he Right off the booth of his mama' building Feel the drama
till you bleed And we could just blame it on the weed Little freak Sucking me off making my knees weak Rubbing my nuts when I cum making my voice tweak She makes me feel
ash-tray It was always going to be pantomime That made him sing and dance anyway When you feel like London And you look like hull You think Travolta pulled Newton-John
ash tray It was always going to be pantomime That made him sing and dance anyway When you feel like London And you look like Hall You think Travolta pulled Newton John
No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain. [ Solo: Flynn ] [ Solo: Demmel ] Engulfed, Your Swallowed By The Flames Temperature Burns Away. No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain
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of ash... on Death Row Earth Open your eyes to realize... Your source of life exists no more Pale obsolete is the whole of me but yet I feel more than
