: I'm too scared to notice Path I chose is focused time Crosshairs on, something's wrong I shouldn't try to try Baby, it's the beer that's smilin'
: Bible arm on social hell Spins its downward spiral With each year of unprogression A fine of failure is added Closer than ever to the edge A feat in
: This is getting old!! I fly tonight I'm making way in a night sky, Lost inside, lost inside my own mind! Losing control, engines down! "Soul to savior
: We are the crowd?We're cuh-coming out Got my flash on it's true Need that picture of you It's so magical We'd be so fantastical Leather and jeans
: In the darkest of nights, we walked along ink-filled shores From calm moonlit waters branches and hungering roots came forth How deep a passion persisted
: 've heard the stories, I've seen the news How does it feel doctor, to sing the blues? It is time for your own medication This is now. It's time for
Bible arm on social hell Spins its downward spiral With each year of unprogression A fine of failure is added Closer than ever to the edge A feat in
The promise of heaven pushed us right back to hell Turned three sevens into three sixes again And you laughed at my face when i told you how much it
Disarm you with a smile And cut you like you want me to Cut that little child Inside of me, is such a part of you Oh, the years burn Oh, the years burn
, se olvida de Dios. Miro alrededor, heridas que vienen sospechan que van, y aqui estoy: pensando en el alma que piensa y por pensar no es alma. Desarma
I'm comin' home, I'm not bound anymore On the brink of nothin', I'm just startin' somethin' I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed An arsenal of outbursts
Take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes Or there is going to be a terrible scene It's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked When they find how
Disarm you with a smile And cut you like you want me to Cut that little child Inside of me and such a part of you Ooh, the years burn Ooh, the years burn
Once lost we will never find our way Shutting down we??®e devoid of things to say Prospects are growing worse with every hour With no voice it seems we
im not so sure about it im not so sure i can surmount it without losing my head how about just losing my edge it seems easy as shit than go ahead but
Must have peace Arsenals in the sky Must have peace Through we'll strike at any time We must have peace Forewarned is disarmed Conduct post mortems As
Disarm you with a smile And cut you like you want me to Cut that little child Inside of me is such a part of you Ooh, the years burn Ooh, the years burn
Bible arm on social hell Spins its downward spiral With each year of unprogression A fine of failure is added Closer than ever to the edge A feat in resident
