: Mein Herz auf 180 Stundenkilogramme Speed, Ein Puls der seinesgleichen sucht Und Blut, das vor den Adern flieht: Ich wunscht' ich war' im Wunderland
Übersetzung: Samsas Traum. Ein Foetus Wie Du - Komm Auf Mein Begräbnis, Baby!.
: They will find my corspe on the shower floor. And with my bleeding wrists, will be a note that explains all of this. (Dear friends and family, I hope
Whether they gag me, bound me, hollow point 'round me (I feel ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (Uh huh) Spare my family, the details
I was walking in Savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn My sympathy awakened and a wonder
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck relaxing I ant been to a funeral since Jackson Known shit I ant going to my own shit Trying to figure
I'm coming up only To hold you under I'm coming up only To show you wrong And to know you Is hard we wander To know you all wrong We were Ooooohh oooohh
I want to seemountains of snow in July Fireworkscrossing across the blue sky
I'm Back.... Haha! Niggaz can't fuck with me man.... Niggaz is crazy, dogg. I run this underground rap shit, and the mainstream nigga I'ma do like Boo
Love's The Funeral Of Hearts And An Oath For Cruelty When Angels Cry Blood on Flowers Of Evil In Bloom The Funeral Of Hearts And A Plee For Mercy When
Once again we have laid another loved one to rest And as we fight the grief in our hearts We must realize that the fate of death is inevitable And thus
instrumental written, performed and recorded by: Matthew Ervin (The New York Room)
I'm coming up only to hold you under I'm coming up only to show you wrong And to know you is hard and we wonder To know you all wrong, we were Really
I will lift up mine eyes onto the hills from whence shall my help come My help cometh from the Lord, Which made heaven and earth He will not suffer thy
Se viene la sera compagno non avrai, da solo farai la tua strada... E allora la prima sara la faina, verra per portarti paura. Se non la fuggirai, sorella
This funeral wasn't meant for you I cry my tears, and they all for you I hear your call, from the nightmare of my fall The roses turn to wine, when the
They will find my corspe on the shower floor. And with my bleeding wrists, will be a note that explains all of this. (Dear friends and family, I hope
[Malice] Wheter they gag me bound me hollow point round me (I feel ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (uh huh) Spare my family the details
