: What am I to do Someone is really unhappy Put myself on the knife It seems I never got through to you So I'll wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened
What am I to do Someone here is really not happy Put myself on a line It seems I never got through to you So I wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened
What am I to do Someone is really unhappy Put myself on the knife It seems I never got through to you So I'll wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened soul
Übersetzung: Verwischen. Sweet Song.
What am I to do Someone is really unhappy Put myself on the knife It seems I never got through to you So I'll wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened
pariahs through our veins. Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain. O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song, demons born of man's
death With flash of chipped tooth smile Each cities secrets buried beneath In this campaign of vice Drinking song's a reprise A slow blur existence Wading
With flash of chipped tooth smile Each cities secrets buried beneath In this campaign of vice, drinking song's a reprise A slow blur existence, wading
pariahs through our veins Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper's song Demons born of man?s sickest
Got you addicted now you wanna get (high) but you ain't takin flight And since you're out, sleepin, sweet dreams, cause we be breakin night Creatin tight songs
s blurred. Don't serve me drinks Because I'll write the words that make this whole world sink I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit
take control and blur all the lines All bow down - he plan is complete He'll wear the crown and taste of the sweet Our wondrous dawning is nigh Now
nuclear dawn My senses finally blurred He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder Couldn't deny a friend (Mike & Jian) We lived in the noise and the sweet
With flash of chipped tooth smile Each cities secrets buried beneath In this campaign of vice Drinking song's a reprise A slow blur existence Wading
his spunk Because I have the right to riff, and in spite Of a few protests, progress and I might smite you Once you come, your fronts, they got no future Blunts blur
