upon my soul Then I fall into you And I fade away I fall into you And I fade You said time to tear down the walls You know not every things your fault
Then I fall into you And I fade away I fall into you And I fade I fall into you And I fade away I fall into you And I fade
Übersetzung: Dead By Sunrise. Into You.
tattooed upon my soul Then I fall into you And I fade away I fall into you And I fade You said time to tear down the walls You know not every things
upon my soul Then I fall into you And I fade away I fall into you And I fade You said time to tear down the walls You know not everything's your fault
so why don't you just fuck yourself you fucking whore. Dead hands clutch my arm the smell of death fills the air her fragrance, her carcass reanimates. since you
into her eyes I'm cast to stone, her glare was my demise" medusa. since you left me, things have never been the same. but hour by hour, day by day.
I Love You... Good-bye" ("It's the most awful thing you'll ever hear") ("If you're lying to me...") ("Oh, you dearly love her") ("...just have to
deepest fright She walked into the night She turned for one last look She looked me in the eye I said, 'i love you... good-bye.' Please don't go [06:
: [Music by Holst & Nilsson, Lyrics by Holst] Brothers and sisters we pilgrims of our destiny Open up your mind and see the truth We've come for the
and staring nothing more Askance, askew the self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear at this savage viscous countenance it wears Though you show here shorn
above Embedded in a red glow telling of... A burning dawn! For this sunrise shall not wake you by the foul light of Christ But by Satan's fire burning
you. When those who died were loved by you. Heading on towards the madness. Killing others life by life. With fright we look at our perspective. When you
deep, devils have em Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum And shatter bone fragments Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet Thrown into a six by
staring nothing more, a-skance, a-skew The self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous Countenance it wears, though you show here
treasures of the cove Where the traders stored their gold Echo voices still dead to the world Underneath the vine Shaded by the leaves I still hold you
treasures of the cove where the traders stored their gold Echo voices still dead to the world Underneath the vine shaded by the leaves I still hold you
