Übersetzung: Dropdead. Wound Runs Deep.
Übersetzung: Terveet. Tiefe Wunden.
s our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds Love is insane and Baby We are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds
too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds Love is insane and Baby We are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds
I saw it on the news The victims had no shoes Their home was gone The lights left on The fireman suspects "FOUL PLAY" I saw it through my lens The suffering
She wears yellow, she wears pink Got her underwear in the sink Sisters rot sisters bleed Sisters something I don't need All day hagging on the phone
Things are all coming at me They're not even real I cannot grasp their existence If they're things I cannot feel I'm trapped in indecision Hesitant to
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Did all the things kids are supposed to do Played mini golf ate chinese food Drugs Movies Video till I drop All this fun stuff has got to stop Sick
fuck 'em over one more day All this behavior welded in This elaborate plot how can I win On this culture I depend It's too deep will I ever mend Maybe
Sometimes it seems so clear Then the logic disappears All alone and dumb again Find it then forget again So much fucking futility Emptiness in the world
Don't need anyone In touch with myself Why would you do anything Just to join the rest Relationships why even try Just another place for you to hide
It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds Love is insane and Baby We are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds
are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds Love is insane and Baby We are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds
: Troppe le ferite...che ho gia? sopportato io ripide salite...che ho percorso grazie a dio su ogni cicatrice...resta inciso il nome mio storie ormai
Another day leaves me aching I try to wake up But something's breaking Here inside me Deep and hollow A sound that no other sound could follow I know the pain Before the wound
machines, as we turn our faces away, and hold our tongues driven by ignorance and greed, climatic changes, floods and quakes. Agony of mother earth ? wounds
: Love me. Touch me. Hate me. Never leave me. Love me. Touch me. Hate me. Forever yours. Let us be shelter of our wounds. Now and then we get lost from