blow straight into my heart! I'll tear you up and rob you of your life! My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate My dying heart can
Übersetzung: Die Krone. Dying Of The Heart.
of death blow straight into my heart! I'll tear you up and rob you of your life! My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate My dying heart
tide Through the holes in my hands Crown of thorns At my side drawing lines in the sand Sometimes, if you're perfectly still You can hear the virgin
down Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found [Solomon Childs:] Where the fuck is the kids crown? Lady luck breathing all over the dikes With 745
starving children are wide open You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound That made me think your heart was aching or even broken But if God hears
hours When he and his woman worked on the land In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races
Man comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices crying Some are born and some are dying
god will heal the hurt Everyone hurts, we all ask why Sinner or saint, everyone tries Life cuts so deep, feels like your dying No cross no crown can'
side of town, Tito, he was king of the streets She was his possession like a jewel on his crown, Johnny better run, better run Chorus: Better hide your heart
: It should not be worst Than dying every night If you can survive and never dry, it's like a miracle It should not be worst Than to run to every fight
now Yeah, yeah We are people borne of sound The songs are in our eyes Gonna wear them like a crown Walk out, into the sunburst street Sing your heart out, sing my heart
rose on my skin the thorns spread my bloody fear...sin oh, pulsating beat of my inner storm, I hear the cries of thousand frightened funeral crows that
naked we leave And we saw the world dying down So we lived it up, stole the crown And now we are free Let's get out and breathe Take me down My heart
place in the ground That's what you get when you facing me, clown Who got the crown, I'm piss on it now while you wearing it Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing
way I look at it it's three basic elements right? Die, dying, dead right? die, dying, dead. death becomes you says the crow to The cheetah because you
gotta know I'm smarter than that This hyna wasn't even crying as she saw her vato dying Now when I'm with her I hear the hura's drive by Going to the
down came the rain Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame? Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying Amy isn't really breathing, God I think she's dying
