It seems so slow to me Watching them drop like fleas Got to run, got to get over this I've faced my death, I've drowned in piss Is it okay if I invade
Übersetzung: Days Of The New. Festhalten.
It seems so slow to me Watching them drop like fleas Got to run Got to get over this I've faced my death I've drowned in piss Is it okay if I invade
Real talking] Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' What's hot Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up Anytime somethin' new
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life Our passion'd flower Cling
lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling
: Strive for perfection, cling onto your schemed life Try to predict what's the coming You don't care about intuition or the moment Artificial goals
hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast in this savage land, haulin ass, Days of Thunder It's road rad, your days are numbered What
me? Brand new Duro Would ya hate me? I know ya love me Feel this yo See me comin' through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging
for normalcy Cling close to the legacy of loss and shards of life, of life We see a new war in the offing as we're challenged by a new plight It's media
my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass Fallin' fast in this savage land Haulin' ass, days of thunder It's road rad, your days are numbered
He still lives with his family Even the war and the navy Couldn't bring him to maturity He keeps referring back to school days and clinging to his child
'm done fellin' hopeless no I'm not going there I'm greeting each morning with a smile and a prayer A new day has begun ... A new day has begun ... A new
I can hold my breath for a minute or so Five days without food is as long as I'll go I didn't sleep once for four days and three nights I once didn't
of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little
lose is yourself III. Nocturne I'm brought to life with a series of shocks I realise that you are gone from my life And still I cling to the fear of
armour plated farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues Dense, spreads like new names at the writers
